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Going Home: Chapter 3

Yandere Platonic Toman + Time Leaper Darling

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Thank you all for your patience! Sorry I've been a bit quieter than usual, been working on this chapter as and when I have the time, super excited and relief to finally get this out there! Enjoy! :) p.s. it’s pretty late, editing tomorrow, thanks for understanding!

Catching Kazutora’s fist with a quick flash of his own arm, the already bulging vein on Draken’s forehead that had been throbbing for the better half of a day looked like it was on the verge of finally popping. “Hey, hey! Knock it off already!” It was a line he had repeated countless numbers of times today alone, yet the words didn’t seem to sink into the other with black-and-yellow hair, those unblinking eyes fixated on a head of lilac hair on the other end of the picnic bench, though Kazutora reluctantly retreated back to his assigned corner under the tired glare, away from a weary Mtisuya.

“And don’t you even think about it,” Draken snapped without even turning, and Mikey reluctantly sank back down into his seat, tightly clenched fists disappearing under the sun-bleached wood of a school bench. Despite the gloomy mood that hung heavy over the Toman boys back home and unknowingly separated from you by twelve long years, the weather seemed to disagree with their somber thoughts; the sun was bright yet the air was cool, a breeze rustling the leaves of overhead trees with the occasional joyful ray of light breaking through a generous canopy and onto miserable faces. A beautiful day by all accords for an absolutely horrible, worst-case situation.

Letting out a wretched sigh, the usually stoic Vice President dragged one hand down his face, the other clutching a comparatively small phone. He understood, he really did - after all he was as much trapped in the same unenviable situation as the rest of his fellow founders. Exhausted, anxious, an insatiable boiling rage in his gut, and the need to beat anyone and anything that stood in his path.

You were gone. Vanished without a trace in the middle of the day from outside your school in the single half-hour they weren’t by your side. There was little doubt that like him, the rest were still beating themselves up a day later over wasting precious time, having decided to wait for you outside the gates by their bikes instead of rushing straight in to look for you. After all, it was uncommon for you to run even a minute late from your classes; you never liked to keep your boys waiting for longer than necessary. And with Mitsuya having been the last to have seen you before your disappearance, walking you back and dropping you off at your classroom right after lunch, it was obvious that everyone’s initial suspicion would have been pinned directly on his other Twin Dragon no matter how ridiculous that idea sounded to Draken.

Because where else could you possibly have gone?

There surely was no stone in Shibuya that the panicked Toman founders had left unturned in their day and night comb of the city, yet they failed to find even a whiff of your presence. No school bag, no shoes, things that you usually had on your person had vanished along with you - it was as if you had simply vanished from the face of the earth, yet your house was undisturbed without a single item missing or out of place, nor did any of very vigilant your neighbors see you enter or leave. A kidnapping? A rival gang that had perhaps seen you with them one too many times, and decided to whisk you away as a hostage? Maybe a random street grab-and-run? Unlikely, given none of your schoolmates reported seeing any suspicious vehicles around the time of your disappearance (under the threat of a very painful death that is) and Toman had yet to receive any demands - Draken scratched that off his mental list.

Or worse, did you somehow find out about what your precious friends had been up to behind your back and decided to run away? It was a constant unspoken fear among the Toman founders, that you would decide one day to leave and never come back should you ever find out what they had been doing behind your back. But it was just another struck from the list; no chance that they wouldn't have known the moment you found out, given you always wore your heart on your sleeve.

So what did that leave? The blond-haired boy, a steadfast and strong presence that the Tokyo Manji Gang rallied around, barely knew where to go from here. Yet no matter how much his mind and heart yearned to get out and help with the search, his body was still weak and recovering from his near-death incident just a week prior: handling Kazutora and Mikey already took whatever strength he had left. Even if it was Draken who did manage to find you, he would imagine you wouldn’t be too happy to see him already out and about - all he had left was his brain.

The warm sunlight that bathed their skin felt more like a scornful, satirical imitation of your hug, the crowds thronging Tokyo City uncaring of their plight.

How did everything go wrong so quickly? It was supposed to be all uphill from here - Takemitchy had saved his life and been rewarded with Mikey’s first ever Toman uniform, and you, despite trying to save him yourself had thankfully walked away with a small but heartbreaking wound and scar on your hand; a clear reminder of their failure to protect you from their dark world.

Dropping back into his seat at the table, Draken set his uninspiringly quiet phone down with a thud. “Any new ideas?”

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And apparently that was the wrong question to ask, and the taut tension finally exploded, the wooden bench groaning and shuddering under Kazutora’s open palms as the duo-colored haired delinquent slammed both hands down, jumping to his feet. The words that spilled off his lips, combined with that unblinking stare, were toxic enough to kill. “I know it’s fucking you, isn’t it Mitsuya. You’re hiding her!”

A straight, unflinching accusation, one that said boy, no matter how level-headed, wasn’t going to take lying down. “Huh?! Are you dumb?” A vein on Mitsuya’s forehead began to bulge as he tried and failed to swallow the boiling anger. “I walked her all the way back to class! Why would I be here if I knew where she was?!”

“You said she needed more space, let her attend class in peace,” Kazutora spat back, though the tinge of desperation that underlied his tone and those dreadfully dark eyebags was abundantly clear. “We wouldn’t be in this position if we didn’t.”

If they didn’t let you run off and do whatever you wanted, unspoken words that all of them, both present around the bench and away searching, knew and carried in their heavy hearts. No one could shake the guilt.

And then a different voice speaking up had Draken’s gut sinking further. “How do we know its not you, Kazutora?” Questioned Mikey, unblinking eyes staring down said boy, who spun round to face the Toman President.

“Me?!”

The gang was falling apart without you, and the Toman Vice President could only wonder how long more they could last. He hoped you were at least safe and dry wherever you were.

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Separated from the woes of your delinquent friends by simple time, you were far from free from your own problems.

“Does it still hurt?”

“Not any more. I’m fine, Mikey, really. See?” you sighed out, running your bandaged hand through his crown of white hair, the other resting on the handle of an oil strainer, the gentle sound of food sizzling the only sound to be heard amidst this otherwise lifeless stainless steel environment that formed the ginormous kitchen you found yourself in. Your friend seemed less than inclined to believe you though, arms wrapped firmly around your waist as he leaned into your chest, careful to avoid brushing against your neck.

“But it did just now,” he mumbled back into your clothes, and you couldn't deny that - you could still feel those hands clamping around your throat, quavering dilated eyes squeezing down with the intent to kill.

It had been a good hour since the doctor had left after being immediately summoned from the infirmary to Mikey’s room to carefully and professionally assess your injuries under the watchful eyes of the white-haired man. An ointment for the ugly blue and purple bruising that littered your neck and a tight bandage wrap for your wound that was torn in the scuffle, and you were given the green light to resume regular activities, whatever that meant in light of what had just happened. Knowing Mikey, you would be lucky to ever be left alone anytime in the next week, let alone ever again. You hadn’t forgotten the look of utter fear that had washed over your friend’s face, the way he raced through winding hallways with you bundled in his arms, as if you were already on death’s door and tempted to cross the threshold. Because how could you? There wasn’t a single instance you remember ever seeing such a raw emotion pass Mikey’s face in all your time spent with your Toman friends, and you weren’t keen on seeing it again.

Yet all you had taken away from the whole incident were more and more questions; questions whose answers you knew would maybe start to solve the mystery of where you were and what had happened, yet questions you had no doubt would, at best, break Mikey’s heart if you asked. What to do indeed? Mentally shaking yourself out from the neverending spiral of thoughts, you turned your thoughts back to the present. Though, your lips twitching upwards, the irony of the other’s insistence at your apparently debilitating injury at the moment wasn’t lost on you - he hadn’t so much as mentioned the possibility of your bandages getting dirty when you were battering the chicken parts just a few minutes ago. “So I suppose I should stop frying and get some rest then?”

A noise that sounded like a cross between a snort and a whimper, and those abyss eyes instantly whipped up to meet yours. You couldn’t help the giggle that slipped out at the absolutely pathetic pout he had on his face, his grip on your shirt tightening further. “I didn’t say that!” he protested. “Take that back!”

“Yes, yes,” You rolled your eyes, that familiar indulgent smile spreading across your face. Despite everything, he was still your Mikey. “I was kidding, Mikey.”

But your wince at the flare of pain as you turned to press a kiss to the top of Mikey’s forehead, as much as you tried to hide it, wasn’t missed, the man gently guiding your head to face forward once more, childish whine fading into a quiet concerned mutter. “Don’t turn if it hurts.”

The kitchen fell back into a comfortable silence, you humming that old croony love song under your breath as you reverted your attention to your cooking, nudging Mikey back slightly when his hand got a little too close for comfort as you shook the oil off the crisp chicken pieces, settling them down top of a tray you had found in one of countless drawers. Steel surfaces marred with scratches and dulled from wear and tear told their own stories of the days spent toiling away here by unknown souls. You weren’t sure when those clingy arms had released you long enough for the white-haired man to wander back with plates, but the clinging of porcelain together as you rescued the last lonely karaage from the boiling sea of oil told you everything you needed to - you were certain your friend would demand payment for his “help” in the form of attention and cuddles later on.

Though there was not much time to think about that now either, not when you barely had enough to pick up your precious tray before Mikey started to insistently tug at your sleeve, leading you a surprisingly short distance through two doorways which opened up into a relatively homely-looking dining room. Decked out in simple but nonetheless exquisite walnut-wood furniture and a rug that reminded you of your own room back home, it was a stark contrast to the grandeur of the upper floors the two of you had descended from, the plain walls home to a single mirror and the round dining table a vase of flowers. “Sit here,” he insisted, and you obliged, dropping into the cushioned seat, to which Mikey immediately attempted to climb into your lap.

“Mikey!” Letting out an oof as your entire vision was suddenly filled with nothing but the black shirt your friend seemed to always wear, you swore you heard the chair underneath you groan with the weight of two. “Too heavy!”

A rustle and several mild thuds later, the pressure on your thighs was somewhat alleviated, with the white-haired man finally settling down, opting to sit only on your lap while resting his legs across both yours and the neighboring chairs’ armrests. To any other pair of discerning eyes, it would look almost as if you were cradling him, like a mother would their child, and you certainly were to an extent - but to you, it was very much just business as usual.

Just Mikey being the needy friend you remember from yesterday morning albeit looking a bit different. Even down to him now prying your fingers open to force a spoon into your grip, you knew it was your dear friend behind this facade of white hair and gaunt hands.

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But, your mind whispered against your heart’s protest, was that all that was different? Was the man in your lap truly the Mikey you thought you knew?

Even as you absentmindedly spooned a chunk of fried chicken into the awaiting mouth of the former Toman President, your thoughts couldn’t help but wander back towards that incident just a few hours prior, and even with your valiant attempts to ward them off, barricade them away, your brain remained firmly stuck. You simply had to know what happened - your own memory drawing a blank from the time between Sanzu suddenly attacking you and finding yourself clutched in Mikey’s arms, corridors whirling past your shaky, blurred vision. It was just for your peace of mind, you tried to reassure yourself as you plucked up your courage; you swore you wouldn’t change anything about how you thought about your friend no matter what you learnt.

"Mikey, about Sanzu- '' You hesitated as that carefree smile was instantly wiped from his face as he turned to face you fully, any sense of playfulness the other had drained away in a heartbeat.

Despite his eyes being empty like they always were, they were a blank slate to anyone but you, the growing anger behind the facade of uncaringness was as clear as a lit neon sign in the midst of a winter night, a 180 from the carefree friend just a second earlier before you opened your mouth. The room temperature plummeted with those narrowing eyes, the quiet whirl of cold air from above only adding to the sudden chill of the room. “I told you to go straight to my room and not to talk to anybody. You disobeyed me.”

There was something about the way those words spilled out that frightened you - you had never been scared of any of your friends before, never Mikey - but there was no other way to explain how you felt in that moment, though you didn’t quite understand why. Maybe it was that icy look of lingering contempt for that poor pink-haired man, or maybe it was how menacing his aura had become, an almost overwhelming, radiating sensation of power.

But this time, against your mind screaming to roll over and give in, you pressed on. Mikey wasn’t going to hurt you. "What happened Mikey? I don’t remember much."

“He deserves it.” The hiss of words that came out were unlike anything you have heard spill from his lips, the way the usually hidden shadows crept up onto his face to accentuate that hard look only making the other seem more a stranger than anyone you knew. “How dare he lay his filthy hands on you.”

You’ve always known how overprotective your friends were, but this seemed extreme - had they always been this way? Or was this new, and you were actually in the future? Were your friends hiding something from you? Forcing yourself to squash down the questions that kept bubbling up, you instead focused your attention on the most recent events; if you asked all that ate away at your heart, you were sure you and Mikey would be all night, and you weren’t going to last that long in this cold that started to bite away at your bones. And the one question that you simply had to ask despite your sinking gut telling you that you probably wouldn’t like the answer: that echoing sound of gunfire that you could hear at the edge of consciousness after which Sanzu was wrenched off you, was that real or just your imagination? “Isn’t he your friend? D-did you shoot him?”

Unable to stop the shiver that seemed to shake your entire body before you got your answer, the empty spoon you had been holding fell back onto the porcelain with a clink as you instinctively rubbed both hands against your arms, and the white-haired man paused. The spell over the room broke, the tension lifting as quickly as it had weighed down on your shoulders. “I did what I needed to.” His answer came almost gently though with a sense of finality, one bony hand reaching out to ever so delicately grasp your hand even as he pressed his face into the crook of your neck, his other hand comfortingly rubbing circles into your back. “I’ll do anything to protect you.”

You believed him. Mikey did scare you for that few minutes, you wouldn’t lie to yourself, and you wouldn’t be getting any more answers, but you still believed him. That didn’t mean you agree with what he did of course, but you had promised yourself you wouldn’t treat such a dear friend any differently no matter what you learnt. Letting out a sigh, the warmth of the room slowly returned much like the rising of the sun after a frigid winter night, and you shuffled yourself slightly in an attempt to get comfortable while still balancing Mikey’s weight on your lap. Time for a change of topic, and you wondered out loud the first thought that came to mind. “Where’s Ken-chin and the others?” You hummed, reaching round the sulking man to spoon another lump of chicken and rice.

“Don’t wanna talk about that,” came his muttered answer, and your heart sank - there was just too much you didn’t know, and ignorance was proving not to be very blissful. Yet you didn’t push that either, not after such an intense day for both you and Mikey, though fortunately that seemed to bring other more acceptable ideas to his mind, and the man pulled away to look you up and down. “You need clothes.”

You blinked. “Clothes?” You still had clean clothes from your home.

“New clothes,” he declared, pulling the spoon to his face and chomping down, before continuing to speak with a mouth full of food. “We’ll have a party next week, I’ll introduce you to everyone, so let’s go shopping later.”

That same indulgent smile emerged once more, you letting out a laugh as you dabbed away from Mikey’s round cheeks the morsels of rice that made it out. “Alright Mikey. Chew and swallow first, okay?”

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Once the last morsels of food had disappeared into Mikey’s mouth and you had left the empty plate atop the dining table with much reluctance at his insistence, you were once more led down those same neverending corridors, delicate unbandaged hand held ever so gently in the other’s. On a good note you mused, glancing around your luxurious surroundings, you were at least beginning to recognise the few corridors you were walked down: the corridor that Mikey’s room was along, the large white-and-blue porcelain vase that denoted where you should turn for the bathroom, and the next corridor over the one that the two of you had walked towards the kitchens.

The hallways that stretched and winded away beyond your view, hiding in its unknown depths the allure of adventure and unmade friends, was tempting to say the least, but no matter your urge to wander and explore, you knew Mikey would never let you; and alas you were right, the man leading you straight back to the worn wooden door. With a promise of a short thirty minute wait for him to make a few calls and have everything set out before your little outing, there would usually be no reason for you to disagree. But this time there was somewhere you wanted to be, somewhere you needed to be to settle the guilt eating away at your heart with those precious few minutes of potential freedom.

“I feel bad, Mikey. I wanna apologize,” you protested right at the threshold of the room, with Mikey hovering right in front of you and taking quick glances up and down the corridor, anxious to get you inside. “Sanzu got hurt because of me.”

The other stayed resolute in his decision though, as you knew he would even in light of the very strong pout on your face. He never was really that weak to your puppy eyes like you were to theirs, you supposed, lightly touching the bag of extra karaage in your pocket you had snuck aside to give to Sanzu. “No. You stay here.”

“But Mikey-”

“He’s dangerous,” came the blunt answer, his grip around you tightening ever so slightly as he tugged insistingly at your sleeve, trying to guide you into the permanently darkened room. “And resting. No.”

You sighed, allowing yourself to be ushered into his room; there was no way you were going to win this fight. “Alright, alright.” Guess you'll just have to eat the karaage yourself.

“Thirty minutes, max.” Mikey swore, his hand on the doorknob with the door halfway closed. “I’ll be done in thirty. Just need to sort some things out.”

A click of the lock, and you found yourself once more alone, swallowed into the shadows. The minutes went by slowly, one second crawling by after another. After repeatedly sitting and standing up from the bed in an attempt to think of something to do, you were finally bored enough to explore the little area, though that didn't help alleviate your boredom much. Mikey’s room was sparse. There was no other way to put it nicely, you grimaced, pushing the near-empty drawer back into its slot, before closing the wardrobe door behind you with a soft thud where the wood met. Even with the little light that seeped in under the door, it was obvious that your friend had few belongings, and even fewer if you didn't count clothes.

It broke your heart. Plain walls with no windows, few things to call his own, and this miserable, constant darkness. Sure this wasn't the Mikey you knew, but it was still Mikey. What had he been going through?

Flopping back onto the bed, you let out a breath. You knew your 'return' had brought him a semblance of relief, but you couldn't stay here forever. You didn’t belong here - and you were sure your Toman friends were waiting for you back home. Was there anything more you could do to ease the pain he carried? Closing your eyes, the darkness behind your eyelids wasn't too different from the room's.

And without a sound or another word, you vanished.

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Across the city and tucked away in a quieter neighborhood, the same sun that was all but hidden from you behind the labyrinth of walls that made up Bonten’s headquarters shone prominently through open windows, though the fresh minds that the new day brought after a good night’s sleep didn’t quite seem to help ease the conundrum that the two men pouring over a whiteboard were stuck in.

“But what makes you think the other time leaper is her?” The former delinquent mumbled, letting out a sigh as he straightened for a quick stretch, his joints rusty from the week-long lack of movement after his latest lap in the past. “It could be anyone - maybe even Kisaki.”

“Yes, I get that, but she’s the most reasonable explanation here,” Naoto retorted, turning away from the picture of your smiling face staring back at him from the whiteboard. “The bounty appeared the day you said she disappeared.”

“Are you sure? It could be that you just missed the bounty previously. You mentioned that your memories weren’t changed like the last time I timeleaped?”

It seemed almost impossible to comprehend, the detective understood: the mere idea that there were not one, but two time leapers who could both individually change the future, it was hard to swallow to say the least. But it was the reality that they had to contend with and work around, and the faster Takemichi could bring his mind around to that, the faster they could start solving this mystery and change his sister’s future. Fortunately for the already irate Naoto, the annoyance that was starting to show clearly enough on his face that the other was quick to back down from his claims, Takemichi throwing up his hands in surrender. “Alright, alright, so let’s go forward with the assumption that the other time leaper is her. Nothing’s changed since Draken’s - Ken Ryuguji’s - death was prevented, but do you think he is alive now?”

A lightbulb went off behind Naoto’s eyes, and he rocketed from his seat, the former delinquent almost toppling off his seat at the sudden movement. “Wait.”

“Wait?”

“Could her time leaping be overriding yours? There’s been no major change in my memories since you met her at that fight, not even after you stopped Ryuguji’s death. Only the bounty that appeared after her disappearance from the past.”

Naoto’s living room fell silent as both men contemplated the latest theory. It was plausible, more than plausible even, given how much the fate of Toman in the past was tied into you, and now, how the future failed to shift even with another life saved. More and more, it seemed you were somehow tied into this entire mess, but how was the real question?

Takemichi let out a groan, ruffling his hair. This was hard, too hard even. “I don’t suppose we know if she’s here right?”

“I ran her name through the system, still only school records from 12 years ago,” the detective grimaced. “But if her time leaping works anything like yours, then she should be present somewhere.”

“And nothing on Mikey or Bonten yet?”

“Still no sighting of the boss, so we can’t be sure.”

“How bout Draken? He could still be alive.”

Phone clicking open, Naoto allowed himself to drop back into his seat. At this point, they had nothing else to go on, so any starting point is better than none. “Let me see what we have on Draken first - if you can write down some of the other Tokyo Manji founders’ full names, I’ll try to pull their records too.”

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12 years separate from Takemichi’s woes, the only thing on Sanzu’s mind was just how hot and humid the evening was, much like the previous evening, the heavy wind that plowed down the empty street only bringing more heat rather than the relief Sanzu craved. Running one hand through the sticky mop of drenched pink hair in an attempt to give relief to his sweat-covered forehead, this delinquent had zero doubts that the past two hours alone was already a lot more miserable than the entire yesterday combined, not even taking into consideration what had gone down before the sun sank beneath the horizon.

This part of town was predictably quiet at this time of the day - cars rested beside empty sidewalks, the chatter of voices and light thuds and clinks of people drifting down to where Sanzu walked the streets below, the sound of the occasional furious scribble of students rushing work lost in the background hum of the neighborhood, audible only to whatever gods they were muttering to. Stalking down the road that ran past your school gates, a single glance of the flawless nameplate, sparkling in the light of the sinking sun, was enough to push his bad mood over the edge.

“Fuck! Fucking bitch!” A black clad leg swung out, and its hapless victim, an innocent, empty garbage can that went rattling down the road, the clanking of metal against concrete cutting through the night. It was you, the boy fumed. This whole mess was entirely your fault. You had vanished into thin air, a fact that Sanzu would ordinarily celebrate given all the problems you brought for him if it didn’t only proceed to make his life harder. You were the one that forced him to waste his entire day on the hunt for you, all in a vain effort to ease Mikey’s suffering. And when Sanzu predictably turned up with nothing, neither were you there to see the pain you were putting Mikey through, let alone soothe his anger away. And after you stole his best friend away from him - well, former best friend. Small fact, didn’t matter. You were still undoubtedly the root cause of all this trouble - he’s no doubt heard about the growing divide between Kazutora and the rest of the founders - so why couldn’t his king, his whole world and purpose, just forget about you and move on?

A loud growl broke the Fifth Division Vice Captain’s spiralling thoughts, and one hand moved to clutch at his empty stomach. With the sun low on the horizon and the night looming in the distance, waiting impatiently for its turn to rule the sky, of course dinner was going to be completely burnt though, and Sanzu didn’t think he had enough money on him for some supper before bed. Definitely your fucking fault as well. Grumbling about stupid and unappreciative friends as he turned a corner, your quiet school block quickly disappearing behind the wall of yet another generic apartment complex, the delinquent paused for a quick break on his seemingly endless quest, letting out as a sigh as he leaned against a brick wall, pulling his mask down for a breather where no one would see him hidden away from the tired aura of nearby streetlamps.

Why did he bother? And truly, why did he? Looking up at the clouded sky, Sanzu could only wonder. It wasn’t the first time this particular train of thoughts had popped up - several times, in fact, over the course of the past two days. Right from the start when he got the call that you had gone missing from outside your school, and that all of Toman had been mobilized to search for you, he had always wondered why he should.

Weighing the pros and cons, sure it would bring Mikey peace and joy if you were returned safe and unharmed to his awaiting arms, and Sanzu was sure he would be at the receiving end of that gratitude and thanks from all of the Toman founders alike. Maybe he would even get the chance to know you better without the threat of being beaten to death, obtain the rare opportunity to witness and learn firsthand how you got his king wrapped around your glass fingers. But at the end of the day, it would only benefit both him and Mikey in the long run should you have vanished for good, Sanzu knew - the Toman boss would be free to walk his dark destined path with you no longer there to distract or weigh him down, and there would only be the loyal Sanzu by his side to aide him.

What to do indeed. Well he did suppose if anything untold happens, he could always just kill you. All for the sake of Mikey, of course, but that was if anything untold happened. Maybe you’ll just never show up.

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Resolved to give up the search and hit the sack if nothing turned up within the next five minutes, it was only then that the slightest flash of gold and purple caught the corner of Sanzu’s eye, and the pink-haired boy had to take a second glance.

No fucking way. This had to be the tenth time he himself had scoured these few roads, let alone taking into account the countless times the Toman founders had searched the vicinity of your school from roof to ground. How was it possible this had been missed? Seemingly carelessly tossed at the foot of one of many brick walls that made up Tokyo City was your iconic purple charm, gifted to you by Mikey and the rest of the Toman founders. There was no one in the entirety of the gang who would fail to recognize the onomori that usually hangs by your school skirt’s belt hoop or from the zipper of your bag, a clear indication of the eyes that watched over you and whose shadows you were living under. So what was it doing here, lying forgotten in the dirt? And how has no one found it till him?

The few rays of evening light that still danced across the apartments above mocked his turbulent thoughts: would he land himself in even more trouble if he picked it up or not? Alas all Sanzu had was questions, with answers nowhere to be found. Damned if he did and damned if he didn’t. Finally settling on picking it up first and praying for forgiveness later - it would be more criminal to let something that met so much to his king lie any longer in the dirt, Sanzu decided - he reached for the charm.

As his fingertips brushed the sacred purple cloth, a sudden gall picked up, rushing down the street with enough force to slam windows and rattle doors, even almost managing to bowl over the bent-over delinquent had he not quickly righted himself.

And as quickly as the wind had started, it was gone like the last evening light upon sundown, the world falling back into a stillness that felt out-of-place. Unusually still, right till a single breath had him shooting back up at full alert, onomori now clutched in hand - he swore he had been completely alone.

You blinked back at him, frozen as if a doe caught in headlights, crunchy, transparent bag of karaage in hand rustling away with the wind.

His jaw dropped as your gazes met, his made-up mind sent reeling again.

What the actual fuck? Was - was that really you? Or just your ghost sent to haunt him from the great beyond?

One heartbeat, two heartbeats; no one spoke, and the two of you simply stared down each other, Sanzu puzzling out if this was real life or just a dream and you doing…something. You were real alright, the boy determined, a very real physical body that cast a shadow, who had two feet firmly on the ground. But where did you come from? How did you suddenly appear out of nowhere? Were you hiding from Mikey or were you on the run? Yet for reasons beyond him, you seemed more perplexed at seemingly seeing him in one piece than he was at meeting you after you appeared from nowhere. “Sanzu-san? Is that - you’re okay?”

Was- was he okay? What?

“What do you mean?” The words seemed to blurt out before the usually unflappable Toman Fifth Division Vice Captain could bring his brain around. What happened? Why would he not be okay? As if his answering set off an epiphany, a lightbulb went off behind your eyes, those doe eyes sparkling to life as you alternated looking back down at your quickly cooling karaage and Sanzu - you must have the answers that he wanted, at least some of them.

You chose to bite your tongue and keep your secrets. “Here, take this.” Instead, with a single step forward, you closed the gap between the two of you, quickly thrusting the plastic into his free hand, a small, almost sad smile breaking out onto your face. “I’m sorry for what happened.”

The small motion, though careful, was enough to knock the onomori from his other hand, the delinquent’s eyes following its path through the air as it descended once more towards the ground, but you didn’t seem to notice as you backed off and away. And when he looked back up, you had vanished once more without another word, evaporating into the chilly wind that took your place as mysteriously as you had appeared. The sun had finally given up its place as ruler of the sky, the darkness of the night enveloping the sky as it sank below the horizon, the last rays of daylight swallowed by the stars.

If he wasn’t still clutching on to the bag of karaage, he would have written the entire incident off as a hallucination and been on his way. But now, Sanzu mused as he once more bent down to carefully pick up the charm with a handkerchief, tucking it away into his pocket, now he would have to consider what to do next. No doubt that this charm was somehow linked to your disappearance and subsequent reappearance, and the boy noted to be extra careful with accidentally coming into contact with it again - the last thing he wanted was to accidentally trigger you appearing again. So should he turn over your charm to Mikey and tell his king everything? Or should he just keep this to himself, keep his head down and go along pretending?

Absentmindedly, the delinquent picked out a piece of chicken and popped it into his mouth. Bad move, because he had no words to describe how fucking delicious it was, the karaage though lukewarm still exploding into a homely, lovely flavour that warmed his belly - was this what the Toman founders had to enjoy every day? No wonder Mikey’s pissed that you’re gone.

Maybe it would be better to have you back.

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Rather unluckily for Sanzu’s sudden change of heart, where you had vanished to wasn't anywhere that the delinquent could follow across 12 years of time. Arriving just five minutes before the white door was pulled back open, you were rather surprised to find that the sun had already set when you finally had the chance to step out from behind those intimidating glass doors of the equally intimidating building you called home for the past few days. Having had no window to look out from or clock to tell the time ever since you had met this version of Mikey, you had long lost track of the passage of time - how many days had it been since you’ve had the opportunity to take a breath of fresh air?

Maybe you should have asked the Fifth Division Vice Captain when you had the chance, but then again, you didn’t want to get him into any more trouble for speaking with you.

An arm snaked around yours to clasp your freezing hand in his, shaking you from your thoughts. “You okay?” Mikey mumbled, pulling you closer to him, forehead pinched as he scanned your face.

“I’m fine Mikey,” You hummed, glancing around as discreetly as you can under the other’s watchful eye. “Just thinking.”

The white-haired man said nothing, instead leaning his head against you. Needless to say, seeing how Mikey had reacted around you over the course of the past few fours, you had decided to keep your little excursion a secret from your friend. There was no longer any doubt in your mind that you had, against all logic and reason, time traveled - this must be somewhere in the future, though you weren’t sure how many years had passed.

But in that case, why did Mikey mention finding you? Was there no future you?

All you had were more and more questions.

The foyer of the skyscraper Mikey called home was completely empty save for the two of you, the high wall that ran around the entire compound blocking any sight of the outside world - an unusual choice given what you knew of Mikey, but things had probably changed. A car rumbled across the gravel from an entrance unseen, pulling to a stop in front of the otherwise empty foyer. Even as you were bundled into the car, the one thing that struck you was just how quiet the world around you always seemed. You couldn’t see the driver either, with the partition between the front and back of the spacious car up. Except for the two “friends” of Mikey you had met plus Sanzu (you weren’t sure if he and Mikey were still friends), the building seemed lifeless. Unoccupied. It wasn’t possible of course: there was no way such an enormous place could be kept as spotless or such a feast could be whipped up without an equally enormous staff. Maybe they were just ninjas, really good at hiding.

Lit signs and digital screens flashed by, and your mind was drawn away, and you clambered up to look out of the tinted windows in fascination, though Mikey’s arm tight around your waist remained. The city had changed in the unknown time that had passed, and you couldn’t say you recognised the Tokyo that was whizzing past you - there was an almost dreamlike feel and ambience to it, the area had changed too much - yet it was still undoubtedly the same Tokyo you had grown up in.

Barely noticing that the car slowly rolling to a crawl, the tug at your sleeve came as a surprise to you as it pulled up next to a sidewalk in a neighborhood you noted as a more prestigious part of the city - you don’t think you had ever dared venture here by yourself. “We’re here.”

“Here?”

But you were no longer as alone as you thought you were, the car door swinging open to reveal a mass of bodies forming a semicircle around the entrance. The silver of light that slipped through broad shoulders was just barely enough for you to get a peep of the surroundings before the group started moving as clockwork. Huddled as close to Mikey as physically possible, you tried your best to keep your gaze down and focused on your friend, away from the intimidating gazes of the heavily armed bodyguards that surrounded the two of you. A stark reminder that no matter how Mikey behaved and acted around you, the Mikey that strolled down the street, shoulders relaxed with one arm around you, the same one that had shot Sanzu without a second thought, was but a complete stranger to you.

The single row of double-storied shops with flawless floor-to-ceiling windows all bore names you could barely read, let alone pronounce, the interiors lit and gleaming against the setting sun in the distance. Handbags, sunglasses, clothes of every color and variety displayed proudly to the world, a siren’s call to those who sought the status they brought and a mockery to those who barely got by.

“Mikey.” A new voice cut across the rumble of the city, and your ears perked up. This wasn’t someone you met before. Gaze swinging up as the herd of bodyguards parted to reveal a man in a red and gold outfit, his white side-swept hair tossing lightly in the wind as his single gold-linked glimmered in the dim overhead light of the streetlamp.

"Koko." Mikey acknowledged, and you noted that his grip on you slightly tightened. The other had an air of confidence he carried that you supposed your protective friend didn’t quite like. But even if the newly named Koko noticed, he didn't mention it, cat-like gaze kept firmly trained on Mikey with nay a single glance in your direction.

“Store’s cleared and secured, had a chat with them earlier.”

No more words were exchanged, or rather no more needed to, with Koko sauntering off while Mikey moved forward with you, and you caught a quick side glimpse of the man. You don’t remember him from Toman either, much like the case with Ran. The two of you stopped in front of one of many storefronts, a few paces away from where Koko had just been, the polished wooden front door already neatly propped open. “Come on, I wanna start with the party dresses,” Mikey mumbled into your ear, close enough that his hot breath tickled your skin, though he quickly pulled back to stare at the ring of suited men that still surrounded you.

That seemed to be a cue, and no one followed you as you were tugged into the shop. Yet right on the threshold of the shop, you thought you heard what sounded like the click of a shutter from behind and you hesitated- it was hard to mistake the sound for anything else even from a distance, given the void of people along the rest of the stretch of road - but when you turned to look, there was no one and nothing to be seen.

“What’s wrong?”

You turned back. “Nothing.”

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A crystal chandelier. There was an entire chandelier in the shop, hanging from ludicrously high ceilings framed by two floors of intricate railings as you gawked at the sparkling teardrops that refracted rainbow rays of light. Well to be fair, you didn’t know what to expect - it was the first time you had ever stepped into a shop so fancy, but this was a next level of fancy. Marble tiles expertly shone lined the floor of the shop, with tasteful picks of carpet that broke the montony; vases of fresh flowers resting atop simple side tables that helped accentuate their beauty, with smaller chandeliers that hung through the rest of the shops.

But Mikey was hardly impressed with the selection, the white-haired man too busy tearing through the racks of clothes with a silent, polite attendant by his side, occasionally pulling out various articles that seemed to be made of ghostly goasmer, the fabric puffing up at the lightest breathe, looking over the piece with a critical eye and than back at you. When he amassed a satisfactory number, the attendant was quick to hurry the dresses into a private changing room that you swore was as big as your own room back home, before vanishing from sight, leaving just the two of you.

“There’s no price tag-” you swallowed anxiously, taking another glance round the store, your delicate hand gripping the parting curtain. How much did any of this cost? Should you even be holding this?

Your friend didn’t seem to have the same concerns, his facade shattering as he reverted back into the clingy, needy, baby boy you knew as Mikey as he flung himself on you. “I like this one,” he whined, pulling those puppy eyes on you as his fingers pulled at one of several dresses hanging from velvet hangers, revealing white fabric. “Try this first.”

“I-“ You hesitated, but as Mikey’s lips started to pull downwards, you found yourself caving once more to his request. “Okay, okay.”

A bright beam replaced the white-haired man's frown in an instant. “And show me when you’ve put it on.” He insisted, pushing you lightly into the dressing room.

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Waking into absolute darkness was not anything out of the ordinary for Sanzu, not after twelve years as Mikey’s loyal right arm and not much lesser as Bonten’s executor; didn’t matter if it was dark because he had blacked out in a questionable location where no light reached after too hard a binge on his favorite cocktail mix of drugs, or simply a lack of sight from not being able to physically open his eyes, he had done it all before. Countless times in fact. At least he wasn’t dead yet. But this time, the Bonten second-in-command noted as he tried and failed to lift an arm, this time was different. For one, everything hurts like an absolute bitch: his right leg was throbbing. The tell-tale sharp pain that shot up muscle and resonated in his thigh like a heavy gong was replicated in his chest, an incessant agony that stopped him falling back into the comfortable nothingness he awoke from - this was no doubt from gun wounds. He had been shot it seemed, though when and how would remain a mystery for now.

And for two, this awful stench: the putrid smell of heavily bleached floors that overwhelmed his nose, the odor permeating his throat with every breath he was forced to take. He had long forgotten when he had last been able to smell anything so strongly, and of all the things he could be taking a whiff of, that he rather be taking a whiff of: coffee, tea, or what of sweet, sweet orange candy? But noooo, it had to be this wretched stinkfest. There was no smell that Sanzu hated more than the overwhelming scent of supposed cleanliness and hygiene, yet here he was for no lack of trying. His arms and legs as if weighed down with lead. Where exactly was this? And what was he doing here?

Nothing made sense to his abnormally clear yet throbbing head.

“Well, well, well. Look what the cat spat out.” Make that three things that were different.

“Fuck you Haitani, I feel like I was hit by a bus,” Sanzu groaned out hoarsely, throwing a limp hand over his face in a vain attempt to block out the burning overhead lights which end with him slapping himself. He ignored the burst of muffled giggles from the side. “Need some fucking painkillers.”

“Doc says none for you,” another voice drawled out, right on the tail of his older brother as usual. Ah, so both Ran and Rindo were here. Fucking Haitani bastards. “Something about mixing drugs and dying.”

Eyes popping open at the denial of much-needed medication, it was in that moment that the pink-haired man finally recognised the god-forsaken Bonten infirmary that he had awoken in, the sole room he absolutely despised yet the only medical facility he hadn’t been kicked from and banned for life. Another shot of pain rocketed up his leg, a mocking reminder of his lack of drugs, to which Sanzu could only bite down the pain, closing his eyes once more in the hopes that the darkness would help soothe some away (it didn’t). Fuck him indeed. What happened?

He seemed to have said that last part out loud, seeing that Ran answered; the last he checked, neither Ran nor Rindo could mindread just yet, though knowing those bastards, it might be a matter of time. "We heard you fucked up."

Rindo continued. “Attacked Mikey’s little friend, nearly killed her. The boss didn’t seem too pleased to find you with your hands around her neck.”

“So he shot you,” finished Ran, somehow sounding even more smug than usual, an incredible feat in itself.

Words that individually made sense now strung into a sentence didn’t seem to add up at all; what were they talking about? What friend? Why would his king shoot him? “Are yall fucking with me?”

“Why would we? Kakucho told us everything.”

The mention of Bonten’s third-in-command was enough to open the floodgates of memories that had been suppressed by a combination of the trauma of getting shot and his wild day-long drug binge, those green eyes flying back open as your curious face hovering over him instantly flashed across the front of his mind. Scrambling to force his tortured body up into a sitting position, the movement almost sent the pink-haired man over the side of the infirmary bed, his gaze spinning and his head light. “It’s her?” His words came out as more of a croak, blown gaze sweeping the room to land on the silent black-haired man who he finally noticed, sitting in the corner busy flipping through a book - had he been present at the scene? Not that Sanzu remembered. "Did you see her?" He demanded.

The uncomfortably clean room fell silent, as if Kakucho was contemplating what to reply. The pistol very visibly resting in the other’s lap didn't phase Sanzu in the slightest; he knew why it was there, deducing that it was most likely a direct order from the boss to keep Sanzu from leaving, but he was still the second-in-command. Mikey's right hand. Any command he gave that didn't override his king's was to be obeyed. The pause before the other's response was short, and the reply was as simple and straightforward as Kakucho himself was. "It's her."

Ran nodded along. "Kind of a runt, highschool kid. Never expected her to be so small." Seems like the purple-haired man had his own little run-in.

"Watch your tongue," Sanzu snapped back automatically, though his mind was in a mess elsewhere. He had expected it, but Kakucho's answer still somehow threw him into a binder, the pink-haired man slumping back down to the bed. You. You were back like a ghost to haunt him. To haunt Mikey. To ruin their lives once more, like you did all those years ago. Why couldn't he get rid of you, put you to rest like an exorcist spirit? What did you want? But despite his initial surge of anxiety and anger at the mere idea of having to deal with you and all the problems you brought, he couldn’t quite grasp what exactly had pushed him over the edge.

You were no longer just the big, bad enemy that Sanzu had to get rid of to keep Mikey on his destined path. You were that feeling of a warm hug, of home. If he strained his fraying memory to the edge, the pink-haired man was sure he could still bring up a memory of a kindness that no one had shown him before you - a bag of hot, crispy karaage. A homely taste that warmed his belly on a bad day like nothing he had never experienced previously. His head felt…messed with? “Am I crazy?” He muttered to himself, before raising his voice enough for the others to hear. “I feel like my memories…changed?”

Apparently this was enough to pique Kakucho’s interest, as per the creak of his chair as he leaned forward. “In what sense?”

“Like - I changed the way I felt about her. New memories that I don’t remember having-” Sanzu shook himself out of the daze. No. He couldn't let himself get distracted - bribed - so easily. You were still the enemy, the largest obstacle he needed to clear from his king's life, crispy, home fried karaage or no. “Just me?”

Ran hummed, while Rindo scoffed and spoke up. “Just you,” he confirmed. “Probably the drugs.”

Sanzu tsked. It wasn’t the drugs, but he wasn’t going to get anything more than that from those bastard brothers. “Where’s Mikey?”

“Should be back in his room asleep.” The younger Haitani popped out the lollipop he had been sucking on, waving it casually in the air as he spoke, though the clear taunting smirk plastered across Rindo’s face said everything Sanzu needed to know. Back in his room?

“Wouldn’t you like to know~” Ran sang.

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Returning from the dangerous, dirty outdoors (or so your needy friend said) with an entire fresh new wardrobe was a good enough excuse for Mikey to insist on you taking another shower, and you saw no reason to disagree. The sun had already fully given way to the night sky when you finally left the shop and its exceedingly helpful attendants, though there were no stars to be seen from behind the heavily tinted window on your ride back to the gated compound. You were, funnily enough, thankful to be finally away from so many pairs of curious eyes no matter how discreet they were and despite how lonely you had been before; being at the center of any kind of attention was draining, but Mikey didn’t seem the slightest bit affected. But of course he wouldn’t. He led a biker gang.

Mikey didn’t let you see your new belongings being rung up, let alone the final total cost of the haul, though that didn’t stop you from having an inkling at the minimum number of zeroes that must have been attached to the end of the tab, an amount you had no hope of repaying ever. You did notice the other white-haired man - Koko, you recalled - had re-entered the store just ast you slid into the car; perhaps he was the one handling the payment? And if he was, well, you could only hope that he wouldn’t be too angry at the damage, even if Mikey had assured you that it was alright. The shopping from the trip had been neatly packed away, filling up some of the many empty wardrobes that lined the walls of the bedroom, save for the single mind-bogglingly expensive white party dress and accompanying shoes that Mikey had talked you into, which hung prominently from the back of his bedroom door.

You had to admit that the dress was perfect in every sense, almost like it was tailored for you: it hugged your body in just the right places, the fabric just heavy enough to not lift with a strong gust yet light enough that your fingers could drag through without resistance. Mikey was right, and you did like it a lot, even if you did initially think that it looked rather much like a wedding dress as opposed to one for a part; and you had to admit that you started looking forward to that party next week much more, should you still be here.

But now, even with Mikey fast asleep cuddled up in your arms just like the previous nights, you couldn’t quite fall asleep just yet, your mind preoccupied with the small, dimly lit screen of your phone. You had found it when your white-haired friend was out for his own shower, tucked away in one hidden corner of the room amidst the rest of the belongings you had arrived with in the future: school bag, umbrella, shoes and all. To your surprise, the network symbol held strong when you flipped it open for the first time in days, and you had no issues connecting back onto the same carrier you had used despite it having been an unknown number of years. Had Mikey also been maintaining this all this time?

Yet it was Baji’s number that stared back at you from the phone, his contact still seemingly active. Your finger hovered over the send button, a sudden sense of doubt settling on the base of your gut. What if- what if you were wrong? What if the number had already been transferred and you were just bothering them? Or worse, what if it was your number was the one that had been transferred and was instead the number of some criminal? And you got Baji in trouble?

The simple words dancing in the backlight of your screen now looked a lot more menacing than before. Maybe you shouldn’t, that nagging voice in the back of your head whispered, and your thumb shifted to hover on the tantalizing ‘delete’ button.

But then again, you reasoned, pushing that voice away as best you could, you would never find out if you didn’t send it. Perhaps you should include the name of your intended addressee, so all it would take would be a glance for the number’s new owner to know if it was a mistaken message - yes, you should do that indeed. What was the worst that could happen anyway, you consoled yourself, nimble fingers flying over the keypad; at most you will get a ‘wrong number’ or no response at all.

You squinted, looking over the screen again. Hi! Is this Baji Keisuke? This is - And there the cursor hovered as you reconsidered your decision. Mikey shifted in your arms with a whine, threatening to wake up and stir up a fuss if you didn’t choose soon. Finally mustering up the courage to add your name to the end, you hit send before you could regret your decision, shutting your phone with a distinctive click.

Quickly shelving the small phone back onto the empty side table, you made yourself comfortable, shifting slightly to bundle Mikey better in your arms and make sure that you didn’t wake with a dead arm once more; the night was already late, and you weren’t going to get an answer within the next few hours. No matter if Baji was still a delinquent, even he would be fast asleep by now.

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Three long, miserable days and two nights it had been since any of them had last seen hide or hair of you, and the cold war twelve years in the past raged on at full steam, threatening to escalate into a full civil war with every passing hour. The divide between Mikey and Kazutora was only spreading to the rest of the gang, complete with rumors whirling about Kazutora looking to split and start a rival gang. It wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility the other four Toman founders had to admit, despite them failing to take a side yet - you really were the glue that held Toman together, and as much as Draken and Baji tried to reason with the two stubborn boys, there would come a time that they would have to turn against Kazutora, as much as that would break them, if you didn’t return soon.

The world for once seemed to sympathize with the poor mortals that inhabited the earth below it, overcast skies rumbling and mourning your absence. Everything just seemed that much desolate without you. But it was under an uneasy truce that the feuding boys met along the small side street near your school from which you vanished; Kauztora and Mikey all but staring the other down with unblinking empty eyes that held promises of pain and death, though their attention was quickly drawn away with the appearance of a masked, calculative Sanzu. Even before Mikey could demand what his former childhood bestfriend wanted, why Kazutora could question why he had summon them here at this godforsaken hour, the rustle of a plastic bag being pulled from the front pocket of his black Toman uniform pants. The sight of the onomori from the creation of the Tokyo Manji gang, the charm they had gifted to you to bless them with your constant presence, your bloodied charm; swinging innocently inside the plastic bag. “I found this just along the sidewalk here,” Sanzu explained to the jaw-dropped yet deadly silent founders, those pairs of predatory eyes all bearing down on him. “Yesterday night.”

If he hadn’t added those last two words, the Fifth Division Vice Captain was sure his head would already made an acquaintance with the ground. Or maybe he would have been dead. Maybe both even, given those glares sent forth by the two warring parties that stabbed at him.

One heartbeat, then two, and when Sanzu blinked - the bag was gone from his hand, wrestled away by Mikey, though the blond-haired boy wasn’t alone.

“You again,” hissed Kazutora, his fingers equally dug into the bag in an attempt to take your charm for himself. “You’re still trying to keep her for yourself.”

“And I could say the same for you,” Mikey retorted, eyes narrowing dangerously as his grip tightened. This was all they had of you, and this traitor wanted to keep it for himself? Unacceptable.

It was the plastic that gave way first under the might of both delinquents, tearing along the stressed middle, the onomori starting its journey towards the ground. All Mitsuya had the time to shout was “charm!”, and both pair of fingers moved to catch, brushing the purple cloth in an instant.

A sudden strong gust of wind almost rocketed all seven boys off their feet, rushing down the small side street as if a divine hurricane sent forth by an angered god. And only Sanzu instantly understood when from thin air you appeared, standing and blinking groggily at the herd of your stunned friends, wearing a set of evidently expensive silk pajamas that no one recognised. But you seemed a lot less surprised than them, stretching your arms above your head and letting slip a yawn before you began to speak. "Guys, I think I might have gone to the future," you mumbled.

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As the sun rose on the quiet Bonten headquarters, long after Ran, Rindo and Kakucho have left Sanzu to his thoughts alone in the infirmary, it was the anguished scream echoing down the corridors that wretched Bonten’s second-in-command from his uneasy rest. But he wasn’t alone, by the sounds of pounding footsteps that rushed down the corridor in the direction of Executive’s Row. In all the years they, the Bonten executives, had faithfully followed Mikey, the man had never once shown weakness, blank empty eyes always silently observing horrendous crimes committed in his name; yet there was no doubt. The furious, grieving, desperate cry, there was no mistaking who it came from, or what had happened. You had once more vanished from Mikey’s arms.

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Across a now bustling town, black-haired man stumbled out of bed despite the sun having long hung in the sky, smashing snooze on his way; those sleepy yellow eyes all but missing the new message that flashed across the lock screen of his new smartphone. And a few blocks away, Takemichi and Naoto stood determined outside a motorcycle shop, the shutters raised yet the interior still darkened.

“This is Draken’s shop?” Takemichi questioned once more, and Naoto confirmed. He had checked and double checked, and all the records pointed here. Given Ken Ryuguji was the only Toman founder outside of Sano Manjiro that Takemichi knew the full name off, and that he was alive in this time line, perhaps the former Toman Vice Captain would be able to shed some light on the twelve years that had passed - surely having been so close to you in the past, he would have kept his ear to the ground for any news on you or Mikey.

Takemichi took a deep breath, hand reaching for the door bell. “Then let’s do this.”

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 "𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲" 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: 𝚃𝚘𝚔𝚢𝚘 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒𝚛𝚘 "𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢" 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚘, [𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌] -> 𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚢𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚞, 𝚁𝚊𝚗 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒, 𝚁𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚞 𝙷𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒, 𝙷𝚊𝚓𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙺𝚘𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚒, 𝙺𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚘, 𝚃𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚘𝚖𝚒 𝙰𝚔𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒, 𝙺𝚊𝚗𝚓𝚒 𝙼𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚣𝚞𝚔𝚒

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚖 𝚂𝚢𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝙱𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜/𝙽𝚘𝚗-𝚌𝚘𝚗,

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝙾𝚗𝚎-𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚝

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ~12𝙺 [𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚃𝚃]

AAKXHAK With how my lil brother left for the vacation early I lowkey felt a little weird not having him around the house so that slowed down my writing because I stress for no reason.

But to get over it I just wrote this as it was on my mind for a while. I love seeing relationships from someone else's POV, especially if that someone sees what's wrong about it... And they're not important- also since this was forced out of me during a writers blog its very slow paced and badly written so bear with me TT

I just needed to do SOMETHING so this may be weird cuz it doesn't necessarily focus on you and Mikey until we reach the end :')

Akio Shinsato [Random name don't worry] didn't know that starting off as a high positioned person in a huge criminal organization would be so utterly confusing and appalling.

The man in his late-twenties had an extraordinary feature to adapt to violent crimes in seconds so it was no surprise he ended up working for the highest criminal organization in Japan yet; Bonten.

And Bonten... Was not it.

First off he read on the rules and what not when he was put to work under Bonten's number 2, Sanzu Haruchiyo.

His boss was... Simply to put; crazy and unhinged. But Sanzu's most recognizable trait had to be his undeniable loyalty to Bonten's leader, Manjiro Sano, or better known as Mikey. A trait that could almost be called "admirable", but Akihiko would prefer it be called "obsession" as it was more fitting. Sanzu didn't have the "Loyal Mad Dog" nickname by just admiring Mikey like a normal crazy criminal, he had to take it a step further.

And said crazy lunatic held all of his underlings to a very high standard as well, expecting them all to hold the same loyalty to Bonten- to Mikey as Sanzu did, anyone who didn't meet those expectations would for sure be at the end of the dog's wrath and katana.

So worship Mikey, no slacking and listen to Sanzu; easy enough right? Wrong.

What Bonten enthusiasts and stalkers failed to mention to Akio were the unspoken rules of working so closely with the organization's executives. Especially if you're in a high enough position to sometimes catch a glimpse of the their personal lives, which he was.

It began with Rule 1: Mikey, the invincible Mikey, leader of Bonten, had a lover.

Now it should come as no surprise to anyone since Mikey is powerful enough to have anyone he wants hang off his arm with just one word.

But for some reason Akio was rather shocked when he overheard a few guards talking about it during lunch.

"They came to visit personally today?" Akio stood still at attention when the words of his coworkers reached his ears, chopsticks stopping right before reaching his mouth, only listening in since he recognized the two as the men on guard duty for today. Two assigned men guarded outside the room and two inside whenever a meeting took place. Of course if it was in Bonten's area, if not there would be a lot more quantity in numbers.

They made sure to stand still whenever Mikey had to discuss offers and trades with figures that Akio knew better than to look on the eye, yet if any suspicious activity coming from the "guests" was spotted Sanzu would execute them on the spot. That's how little they mattered to someone like Mikey.

'Who are they talking about?' Akio wondered, opening his mouth to start chewing down the meat he was eating. He knew that they knew that Sanzu would cut them up into pieces if he found out they didn't follow his orders to stand still for the entire day and evening, so who could possibly have the gall and audacity to walk and stand in front of the meeting room when they could be working.

"Yup, it seems the big boss finally let them wander out of the house." Akio's co-worker hummed, chewing on the luxury food that Bonten provided for the high ranking employees "After the kidnapping attempt that was made a month ago I thought Mikey would lock them up for a year, he was super adamant of not letting them go out at all..." The other one sighed, his voice quiet as a whisper where Akio barely heard it. Almost as if calling Bonten's leader by his name was a sin punishable by death... Well it was, Sanzu would drag them to hell personally.

"Must be tough being his lover, they even had a collar around their neck, looked like a tracking device too." By that Akio nearly choked on his next bite of food, swiftly placing down his chopsticks to grab the glass of water and chug it down, washing down the food from his throat. Mikey's lover? Did their leader even have the capacity to feel such emotions? Could he even feel lust let alone love? Mikey looked like he never wanted anything, so detached from the world.

Akio has only stolen glances at Mikey before, the possibility of Sanzu most definitely plucking Akio's eyes out with his own fingers for exhibition such blasphemy towards the king by staring scared Akio enough, making a few glances seem more than enough.

The man wore dark baggy clothes, his dark pools of nothingness all but stared into your soul and the white hair gave Mikey a ghostly presence. His apperance would pop up in your mind if you thought of a sleep paralysis demon not a criminal leader. That demon loved someone? Or cared enough to make them his lover?

'For pleasure maybe...' Akio was a man of logic, obviously he'd come to that conclusion when calculating -trying to at least- Mikey's character, maybe Mikey preferred you so much he saved you from a kidnapping attempt, then again that could be because he didn't want you to tell information to the enemy. Yeah it's definitely the latter.

Still, was the lover that daring as if to desperately wait for Mikey while looking like a pet with that collar? It seems so.

Akio was rather curious to see Mikey's lover in the flesh. Every other executive had a lover that was let go of within a month or two because they'd grow bored, you must be the same right?

Apperantly no.

Then came Rule 2: You being free to walk around whenever you want.

Akio was informed about girls and prostitutes being called over to the headquarters every now and then, but they only ever went to the Haitani's and Kokonoi's offices as those three were in charge of such business.

So when Akio saw you, modestly dressed with clothes and accessories from expensive brands that would definitely make a dent in his pockets despite him being a high ranking guard in Bonten, he knew you were Mikey's lover.

If not for that it was for the collar that hugged around your neck, it looked really pretty and Akio would've taken it as a fashion choice if it wasn't for the letter "M" hanging from the collar in a small chain, dangling as you walked around the place with no trouble, seemingly like it was a daily routine to take a walk through Bonten's headquarters.

"Do you have any business here?" As soon as he saw you approach closer to the meeting room Akio had to stop you and stand in front of you, his eyes scanning you from head to toe in what seemed boredom and light suspicion, mostly at what enticed the Bonten leader to keep you around and not why you were here.

You looked back at him in surprise, probably not familiar with this sudden treatment.

A look of realization crossed your face when you realized he might be a new recruit, a small polite smile pulled up your lips much to his surprise as you nodded "I came here to see Mikey." Even carelessly saying his name in Bonten's headquarters- Akio couldn't help but to visibly cringe, imagining what Sanzu would do to you if he heard a mere lover say the king's name so lightly.

Speak of the devil.

Akio's eyes narrowed at you, an action that when paired with the harshness of his expression clearly caused your shoulders to tense up and your light expression to fall into awkwardness, he almost scoffed in sarcasm at your soft demeanor despite being inside the headquarters of Bonten, you'd be eaten alive "For that you must make a-..." Yet he held his tongue once hearing familiar, harsh footsteps swiftly approaching towards the two of you, the threatening growl escaping from his boss' throat caused Akio to shudder in fear when it reached his ears, and despite not being able to meet his boss' eyes the daggers in form of a glare burned holes at the back of his head to the point he got goosebumps.

Akio considered himself lucky when all that happened was Sanzu's hand tightly grasping a fistful of hair from the back of Akio's head and painfully pushed him down into a bow in front of you-

Wait a bow? Wasn't that a respectful gesture? Akio expected a harsh punch to his face because he was slacking to talk to you instead of working but instead Sanzu made him bow?

"You worthless piece of shit, do you not have any manners huh!? HOW FUCKING DARE YOU SPEAK AND LOOK AT THEM SO CASUALLY!?" Sanzu's exasperated voice might as well have sounded out throughout the entire building- it wasn't strange for the pink haired male to make a bloody example over whatever poor soul had made a small mistake in his presence, even if it was his own men- ESPECIALLY if it was his own men.

Sanzu doesn't kill them but he does leave them bloody on the floor, even giving them extra shifts after that beating with no breaks.

'I just started two weeks ago too...' Akio bit his tongue to not let his voice slip past his lips, fully bowing respectfully to you like one would to a superior and once realizing that Sanzu let go of Akio's hair, still Akio kept his body tense as a harsh smack on his head was delivered shortly after "Stay like that." Sanzu barked out an order and Akio followed, choosing life. He kept his eyes to the floor but his ears were attentive to the words you and Sanzu spoke, curiosity getting the better of him.

"I apologise about his rude behavior [Y/N], he's still inexperienced." Akio blinked at Sanzu's switch to the unusual laid back and somewhat polite tone, speaking to you as if you were a familiar person or friend. He needed to process why his psychotic boss was speaking to you in a way he'd only speak to the executive when in a very, VERY good mood.

'Their name is [Y/N]...' Akio made the mistake of lifting his gaze to glance up at you only for Sanzu to catch him and smack his head again, another warning for the male to keep looking down "I'll be sure to punish him thoroughly and teach him a lesson." And Sanzu's threatening hiss made it clear to Akio that he'd be missing more than just a few teeth and fingers after tonight, the heated glare from Sanzu was burning holes at this point.

But then he heard you step closer to them "No! There's no need for that Sanzu, he didn't do anything wrong." It was rather... Unfamiliar for anyone to go against Sanzu when Sanzu wanted to punish someone, even the other executives were met with a fight by him, so because of that, and despite his best efforts to not do it, Akio carefully glanced at Sanzu to see reaction in curiosity and anticipation but instead seeing a rare emotionless expression on his boss 'Why are they defending me?' Akio then looked back down once catching a glimpse of your harmless smile, guilt settling itself in Akio's chest uncomfortably "I was just asking when the meeting was about to end, Mikey and I are supposed to go to dinner soon."

Now you lied for him? Sanzu hated lies.

The guilt only grew further, his hands tightening into fists as if to hold himself back from saying anything, Akio was getting defended by you when you were at greater danger for God's sake. At least he was still a high ranking person, you were just Mikey's lover who Sanzu might deem unworthy-

"Kind as ever... It's a pain in the ass, you know that right [Y/N]?" But then Akio heard Sanzu only give a hopeless sigh and playfully take a jab at you in response after a silent moment of thinking. There was no way Sanzu out of all people would believe that...

"If you want to go see the king just enter the meeting room, I'm sure he'll be thrilled to see you." Sanzu's tone quickly chirped up gleefully in a way Akio had yet to process, it was confusing... Revolting even... "It's all thanks to you he's starting to eat again, Mikey was so stressed when you were grabbed and nearly thrown into the car like that." Was that... Pity???

He heard you respond in an apologetic tone "I... Should've been more careful, I'm sorry. I caused Mikey and the rest of you a lot of panic..." Akio didn't know the details, but he was sure it wasn't your fault. You seemed to be inexperienced in whatever business Bonten was in. At first Akio had assumed you might have been one of Haitani's or Kokonoi's club girls- or an assassin Mikey found somewhat entertaining, but you were the opposite; belonging into a happier and more normal life- so why were you here with Mikey?

Akio couldn't help the numbness that spread through him at the thought that you were forced against your will despite not having a dept or money to pay up to, Mikey picked you up from somewhere simply because he could. And you had to accept it.

"Oh, it wasn't your fault [Y/N]~" Akio's eyes widened in surprise at the sentence, his tense body relaxing but he knew he got goosebumps at this new side of his boss, sure maybe Mikey could, but why was Sanzu so uncharacteristically nice to you too? "The world is better off without those scraps anyways, and they were the lowest of the low considering they dared touch you." The sadistic undertone in Sanzu's voice was as clear as day, followed by a delightful giggle and finally allowed Akio to stand back up straight "Come on, I'll escort you into the meeting."

Akio glanced at his boss, the scarred lips that were usually in a scowl being pulled up into a grin- a softer grin than the one he cackled with when an execution happened. Sanzu then stepped to your side and tapped your back to make you start walking "Thank you, Sanzu." You gave Sanzu an appreciative smile and Akio was sure Sanzu's soft grin turned into a proud, cocky smirk because of it, then you glanced at Akio himself, the man flinched from the sight of your [E/C] eyes on him, somewhat still lively in gentleness and sanity that pulled at protective instincts Akio didn't know he had "Sorry for the trouble." A shy yet kind smile was shown to him as you passed by him to get to the meeting room, one that Akio had been sure he had left behind way long ago yet here it was...

Sanzu passed by him as well but his boss tilted his head to look back at Akio, previous mischievous eyes narrowing into an irritated glare once he caught sight of Akio "Now scram and go do something useful. I better not see your ass slacking like a fucking imbecile."

Akio hoped to never meet you again as that was one of the most stressful situations he's been into and it's just his second week on the job! But also because of the simple fact he detested your presence inside of Bonten, you didn't belong here- too clean to be in Mikey's clutches and be owned by him like the rest of Bonten was. And the way his mind was stuck on how Sanzu looked at you as he escorted you away, clearly protective but there was something... More that Akio couldn't make out- not that he wanted to! It wasn't his business anyway.

At least now he knows to just let you pass through the halls and rooms as you pleased.

Then he was presented with Rule 3: Witnessing just how much Mikey loved you.

Luckily for Akio he hadn't lost limbs nor was he demoted after that encounter, Sanzu looked like... He forgot about it... And Akio was always on edge because of it, even unable to sleep at the growing possibility that his boss would remember and suddenly backstab him with that katana of his.

'I wish, at least that would be less painful.' Akio thought to himself helplessly, despite that he still kept the nonchalant expression on his face, standing guard with someone else inside the meeting room his third week. A small meeting being held between the executives; Kokonoi, the younger Haitani, Mochizuki and Mikey. Kakucho for some reason left in the middle of the meeting, he got a text and once he showed it to Mikey he was granted permission to leave.

Akio finally got the chance to get a good look at Mikey without Sanzu breathing down his neck and he found out all his assumptions were somewhat correct. The leader barely spoke, only if necessary or found the need to make sharp and merciless orders with an uncaring tone, hearing everyone's opinion before he made a decision but Akio also assumed Mikey might have been too bored to talk so he picked the opinion that was the most similar to his own. The white haired male also kept looking at his phone in irritation every few minutes, Akio had to wonder just what made him that fixated on it. It had been souring Mikey's mood the second Kakucho left.

His question was answered by Kakucho arriving soon after, except this time someone else was with him.

Akio's eyes glanced to the double doors once they began to crack open, only to still and widen his eyes once he saw you, Kakucho himself holding one of the doors open for you instead of the guards.

"Here you go, please be careful." The usual stern executive spoke in a softer voice, his face had relaxed as the mismatched eyes gazed upon you with unusual tenderness, indicating this wasn't as much of a job as it was something he wanted to do.

"Thank you, Kakucho. Sorry I put you through the trouble." Akio quickly glanced away once your voice snapped him out of his surprised state, silently taking a deep breath through his nose to calm himself down from remembering the intense and complicated emotions he had about you "It was nothing, don't worry about it." So he kept his eyes straight to his superiors, only being more shocked once he processed Mikey's reaction at your presence.

A pleasant small smile easily stretched up Mikey's lips, so easily to the point it dismissed the fact Mikey kept on a dead nonchalant expression on his face the entire time. His half lidded eyes almost had an unnatural lively glow to them as he stared at you, cheeks tinting up to a soft pink that understandably stood out through the pale white skin.

Mikey's body relaxed on the chair and he spoke "I'm glad you came to see me again my angel~ did you have a pleasant ride with Kakucho?" The leader's voice was such a gentle tone as he cooed at you, raising one of his hands and motioned for you to come closer.

Akio stared in astonishment, confusion and... Dread. The man's hands that were locked behind his back began twitching and sweating once he saw you walk closer to Mikey.

The executives began greeting you with smiles and grins as you passed by them to get to Mikey, the mood of the room changing while you said your cheerful hellos to the top executives in Bonten before finally standing next to Mikey.

But Akio wasn't processing that, the man just stared and took in Mikey's change. The closer you approached the worst Mikey's expression got. His smile turned into a grin once you gently cupped his face with one hand, eyes swirling with a desperate darkness when you smiled down at him "Mhm!" You answered with a giggle and leaned down to give Mikey a small peck on the lips, only for Mikey to suddenly grab your face with both his hands and tug you closer again for another kiss, then another, each kiss lasting longer than the next.

One of Mikey's hands trailing behind your head and keeping you still, Akio's breath got caught up in his throat when he noticed Mikey's tongue invite itself in your mouth, unlike your closed eyes that were shut tight his leader's were still slightly open, staring at you, like Mikey didn't dare to stop looking at you 'Are they seriously making out right now?' The guard couldn't look away because of shock but why was everyone acting like this is normal?

-Thankfully for him- You quickly took action, placing your hands on Mikey's shoulder and physically pushed yourself away from Mikey to slip through his hold. Akio silently sighed in relief once the muffled kissing sounds stopped but then he broke out into cold sweat at the sudden loss of emotion in the leader's face within a second, eyes small and shaking, clenched jaw and lips slightly parted to bare his teeth.

'Fuck, he's going to kill them...' Akio pursed his lips and tried to remind himself to breath, the temperature having dropped to subzero by Mikey's crazed expression simply because you pulled away.

Mikey tilted his head to look at you and Akio believed this would be your end, but once Mikey saw your bashful red expression, your eyes staring at the floor instead as you lightly gripped your own arm in embarrassment, it seemed he understood why you pulled away; from being flustered rather than not wanting his kisses.

So just like that Mikey went back to showing a small smile on his face.

'Did he really not think they pulled away because they were embarrassed...?' Akio pitied your position, breathing properly again as the rapid beating in his heart slowed down. Finding it over the top even for Mikey to react in such a way because you apperantly didn't want to kiss him... Did you really have such a strong grasp at his emotions? Akio sighed, he found it silly... And dangerous.

"What's wrong angel, did you get embarrassed?" Mikey giggled in mock innocence, playfully teasing you as he reached out to hold your hand instead "Yeah... A-a little." The male chuckled at your answer, seemingly finding your reasoning adorable as he gently began rubbing his thumb on your palm.

Akio began scanning the other executives, they were acting like this was a normal tuesday and it wasn't creeping them out at all, the younger Haitani was on his phone probably playing a game to pass the time, Kokonoi kept checking the papers, Kakucho had sat down next to Mochizuki and joined him on munching on the food on the table. It looked like they were on a small, comfortable break rather than discussing the gun deal with one of their partners. Even his coworker visibly relaxed a little!

Why was HE the only one feeling goosebumps when Mikey brought your hand to his lips and gave it a tender kiss "How cute~" Mikey chuckled and then patted his lap, Akio noticed how with that simple action you immediately knew what to do by placing your bag on the table, careful not to have it cover any of the papers "Come on, sit down, I still have a little bit of work to do but I can make some time for you angel." And with the order given you swiftly sat down on his lap, Mikey smiling in delight at how quickly you reacted, wrapping his arms around you and laying his head right on the crook of your neck, next to your collar.

Just when Akio thought the meeting will continue normally Mikey tilted his head towards your neck and began giving you gentle and soft kisses. The small smile on Mikey's face would've been cute if Akio didn't know how the male has killed hundreds with his bare hands.

A gulp was swallowed unconsciously, brows knitting in confusion as he observed how Mikey's cheeks went aflame into a bright red when you lifted your hand up to pat his head instead of pushing him away. Akio knew Mikey wasn't a stable person, hearing many stories of how the leader usually had tantrums or fits of violence, even attempting to hurt himself before but the unstable expression on Mikey's face right now wasn't loving or adoration.

It looked like straight up desperation and need of wanting to pounce on you and take you right then and there. Obsessive to the point Akio witnessed Mikey's teeth graze your neck, wanting to bite and do more than just kisses but stopping each time.

"Did you have a nice sleep? I had to come to work early so I couldn't check on you properly this morning." Mikey hummed softly, hoping to distract himself with talking so he wouldn't latch his mouth onto your neck, one hand grasping tightly at your waist and the other lifting up to pat your head "I'm just upset you couldn't make it to breakfast and lunch, make it up to me by having dinner together okay?" Your lips pulled into a small pout as you all but demanded of the leader, sure Akio could consider it a cute demand mixed in with the worry about his health but would Mikey let it slide...? "Alright we'll eat dinner together so please don't be upset~ you're so sweet to worry about me~" Yes, yes he would.

Dear lord watching Bonten's top act like this was tiring, simply by the fact how easily you could make Mikey switch emotions, and one wrong move could have them all killed.

Akio was willing to bet Mikey had talked more to you than what he's said in the 2 hour meeting before you arrived. The male wasn't sure if Mikey even listened once Koko proceeded with the meeting, the leader just kept nuzzling to you and sometimes whispering words nobody could hear in your ear, but they got you really flustered so it was easy to assume the words that he had said.

The predatory glint in Mikey's eyes as you blushed and turned away pouting wasn't missed by anyone, and while they all knew better than to talk Akio couldn't help but to feel guilty as he observed your embarrassment starting to turn into displeasure. Bitting your lower lip and kept staring down at your lap instead once the overwhelming affection and being used like a cuddle toy for stress relief starting to get to you.

Akio didn't take Mikey as an observant person because the other didn't seem to give a fuck about his surroundings unless he was fighting but he was proven wrong when Mikey seemed so sensitive to your mood changes, seeing your current expression he must've assumed you were growing bored of the meeting or upset at all the violence that was thrown around for you to listen to.

"Do I have anything scheduled for dinner tonight?" Mikey asked Kokonoi, this time around he had given his answers and orders faster, not listening to anyone's opinion and instead deciding to explain the plans himself right as the questions and options were given to him- is that why Sanzu encouraged you to just go into meetings? Because Mikey not only worked faster but better as long as he had you there?

Akio now wondered what was up with Kokonoi. The male checked the schedule and visibly turned annoyed and irritated after reading it "Yes, we agreed to go to dinner wi-"

"Cancel it."

"Yes boss."

And he was more than happy to cancel it.

'... Just like that?' Akio's mouth was slightly agape in hopelessness, Mikey canceled an important dinner just so he can have one with you instead... And none of those others tried swaying him away from his decision.

Maybe they knew better than to do so, not with Mikey's enamored gaze locked on you as he gently patted your hair and mumbled options of where you'd want to go eat. Manjiro Sano simply couldn't keep his hands off you.

In came Rule 4: You weren't immune to Mikey's bad mood, you actually took the fall to make him feel better instead.

Akio thought it was a sick twisted joke by fate. The reason why he suddenly became your guard and even drove you to places was never explained to him, Sanzu just dropped that bombshell on him randomly and told him to deal with it.

"If you get too close to them I'll kill you." Sanzu threatened him with an annoyed glare, and despite Akio nodding firmly, understanding his boss' words Sanzu just got even more agitated as he explained your schedule and what Akio would do. For some reason the look Sanzu was sending him had Akio considering that this was either a trap or a test. Most likely a trap. Even his co workers were asking if his funeral would be a closed casket one because one mistake and Sanzu- now Mikey too would leave him unrecognizable.

"Taking care of [Y/N] is an honor bestowed upon you, so don't take it lightly. I assume you know what will happen if you don't properly take care of the king's angel."

'Mikey himself will do the honor of making me experience hell.' Akio finished in his thoughts as he glared at the ground from the unfair situation. Holding the car's back door open for you and Mikey to enter. His eyes lingered a little too long on your trembling form, Akio didn't want to know what happened but Mikey must've been in a bad mood to take you with him to the slaughterhouse, and by how you spend hours in there Akio presumed it wasn't just a light kill but full on torture. 'Blood...' His eyes scanned the small splatters of red dots on your clothes, did Mikey force you to watch closely or forced you to do anything?

You didn't look well, your face was pale and he caught tears bubbling up and hazing your eyes as you entered the car first. Akio's previous hard expression softened as he couldn't help but to stare in pity, wondering if he should suggest to Mikey to take you to the hospital instead-

"What are you doing?"

Akio flinched once Mikey's low voice demanded of him, interrupting his thoughts. He forgot how to breath when the dread crept up his spine from the temperature that suddenly dropped several degrees all because Mikey suddenly had his sight on Akio.

Slowly, Akio dared to shift his eyes towards his leader that was now facing him, still unable to utter a word once making contact with the terrifying eyes, possessiveness swirling in the dark abyss. Mikey stepped closer to him with only the car door separating the two, beginning to raise his hand up to Akio's face slowly. Mikey's brows knitted together in frustration, eyes widening and his pupils shrunk, shaking in what Akio assumed to be hatred as he was glared at.

"You... Just where are you looking at with those disgusting eyes? Only I can look at [Y/N] like that."

Akio could hear his own heart rapidly beating in his ears as a warning to run, breaking off into a cold sweat when Mikey's hand was inches away, the fingers starting to block Akio's vision and despite all his senses screaming at him to move- to do something, Akio stood still at the small glimpse of Mikey's eyes still glaring at him.

"Mikey." But again, like the savior you were to Akio, you quickly interrupted that, hastily reaching from inside of the car to grasp at your lover's sleeve and tug to get his attention.

And Mikey, as always prioritizing you first, stopped, retracting his hand. The white haired male was still keeping his now nonchalant gaze directed at Akio, almost as if to test if Akio would dare look back at you for help. But when he didn't Mikey finally tore his eyes from him to look at you instead.

Akio had to force himself to breathe again, gulping down the lump in his throat after the demon looked away from him. Yet he couldn't help but to clench his jaw at seeing Mikey give you such a cold look, almost as if waiting for you to do more than just say his name- EXPECTING you to know what to do to calm his bad mood 'You always say you love them so much but this...' Akio believed even the worst of individuals can fall in love deeply, cliche sure yet it was a sweet thought especially with how even a few men in his group have happy families despite their business, but what Mikey felt towards you wasn't love. It was a a sickly twisted version of it, corrupted obsession at best.

"Can we go home? Please... I just want to go home..." Your pitiful whimpers and pleases squeezed at Akio's heart in pain, yet all he could do was hang his head low to stare at the ground and steal glances at Mikey instead, this clearly wasn't a balanced relationship, especially when you followed your words up with an actual cry "M-manjiro please... I want to go home... I wanna be alone with you..."

Mikey's unmoving expression finally cracked; not to reveal one of regret or sadness, no. Akio could only comprehend it as delight when Mikey showed a small smile at your tears "Was it that scary angel?~" Mikey completely forgot about him, opting to rather lean down and cup your face as he gently cooed.

The overjoyed giggle that slipped past Mikey's lips when you nodded made Akio shudder "How about I comfort you? Would you like that?~ And you can help me too as I was having a bad day." Mikey's tone noticeably darkened as he kissed at your wet cheeks, voice going into a low whisper rather than words and Mikey clearly shifted his eyes to make eye contact with Akio as he finished his words "Y-yes..." Was your only answer.

Akio remained quiet as always, unmoving, returning his sight to the ground below "Oi." Until Mikey called on him, voice ice cold again but he didn't lift his gaze up to the other, only listening "Drive us back to the penthouse. And drive slowy." Akio quickly nodded and once Mikey finally entered the car Akio closed the door for him. Walking back to the driver's side and opening the door to get inside 'Why... Why am I the only one here...?' Such a question flew past him. Shouldn't there be more guards? Why was he the only one on duty?

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Akio didn't understand why Mikey told him to drive slowly- until he did. And Akio hated it. His thoughts were a mess after Mikey had nearly plucked his eyes out simply for staring at you and all Akio wanted was to just drop you off so he could go back to the comfort of his room, only for the soft kissing sounds to bring him back to reality, his senses sharp and aware- then it clicked to Akio what Mikey wanted to do. The sloppy kisses turned into whimpers and whines, then moans- and of course this was part of his job apperantly! Make sure Mikey is left satisfied but this...

Akio gripped the wheel of the car tightly, hands shaking and knuckles turning white, eyes wide and barely focusing on the road. He had half a mind to stop the car or crash it, but he knew he'd die uselessly on the first one and he didn't want to test the possibility that he might harm you if he followed the second option.

Vomit quickly formed at the back of his throat when he heard smacking sound out from the backseats- then followed by an actual slap, he didn't even have to wonder who slapped who as he recognized your yelp in surprise, probably from the stinging pain now blooming on your cheek. Nevertheless Akio just clenched his jaw and gulped it back down in disgust.

Akio also listened to Mikey's demanding orders and degrading words, and he bit the inside of his cheek when Akio himself was mentioned in Mikey's hiss of insults. Akio knew tears were threatening to spill off him when his vision blurred, just as Mikey wanted the ride was slow and steady.

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Once he arrived at Mikey's penthouse where you also resided, Akio exited the car and immediately brought a hand up to rub at his eyes, letting out a shaky and unstable sigh as the memories replayed in his head against Akio's will. Traffic made everything hell, once Akio finally believed he had composed himself enough he opened the backseat door for you and Mikey to step out. The spare and small glance Akio stole at Mikey, who stepped out first, gave him insight of the somewhat messy hair and light flush on his face, meanwhile Akio didn't even dare look at you to see your state as Mikey offered a hand to help you get out of the car.

"You can lean on me angel, you know that right?" Mikey's demeanor had softened from his previous bad mood that much was clear, his voice had toned down into a tender whisper as he spoke to you and Akio was sure Mikey was petting you without even having to look "... Take the car to get cleaned then you can leave." Another thing Akio was sure of was that the strict order was for him, so without any resistance he nodded and got back inside the car, once the car door slammed shut the wet tears finally dripped down his cheeks in frustration and guilt.

'They don't deserve that... They don't.'

It was a plea in his mind and a choked out sob audibly, Akio hoped the car wasn't bugged.

Suddenly Akio really hated this job he once prided himself with. He didn't know why he cared about you because usually this wouldn't matter to him but he did care, and seeing you in these situations made him feel sick. His once composed and calculating attitude broke down when he thought of you suffering despite having no faults nor any business with Bonten.

He was unable to move once the comfort of being alone hit him, his head leaned down until it bumped to the wheel in desperation and self-loathing 'Fuck... What should I do...?' Akio considered himself pathetic for just crying about the problem while you suffered through it, but it was especially hard considering who he'd be up against- fucking Manjiro Sano that's who.

And the final rule, Rule 5: Is that it wasn't JUST Mikey. That was the worst part in this whole nightmarish ordeal.

"Hey... Are you..." Akio finally spoke, eyes on the road and hands tightly holding the wheel, he was ordered to pick you up to take you to the restaurant you were going to dine at with not only Mikey but the rest of the executives as well. Akio stole a quick glance at you and noticed your surprised expression, simply at the fact he was talking to you "Are you okay?" The words stuck at the tip of his tongue were finally asked and Akio's heart stood at ease for some reason, finally being able to freely speak to you, a few weeks having passed after that slaughterhouse incident.

"Huh...? I... Yes, I'm alright." Your surprised tone quickly shifted, voice light and reassuring yet it had the opposite effect on him "Are you sure...?" Again Akio asked, unable to shake off the anxiety growing inside of him the closer you reached to the restaurant "... Yup! Thank you for your concern sir." You again replied, voice more cheerful than before.

But Akio wasn't the usual person you deal with at the stores or restaurants where Mikey took you to have fun in, he could recognize the slight pause before you start talking, the shaky undertone, it seemed like practiced lines to him. Not to mention how you weren't even allowed to use his name.

"You're not."

Akio breathed out unconsciously, slowing down the car to a stop once it reached a red light. Akio couldn't help but look back at you in pain, his breathing quiet yet he was having a hard time to keep it even "You're... Not okay. It's not okay..." Your expression quickly cracked from the usual polite smile you displayed in public, eyes wide once you understood what he meant and you quickly looked down to your lap, trying not to break down because of such a simple question and statement. Eyes into tight, shaking fists "I-I have no idea what you mean... Please just... Just drive to the restaurant..."

Not that Akio blamed you for such a reaction, this must have been an unusual situation considering no one would dare do this knowing they'd go against Mikey. No one other than him has asked if you were okay because Mikey doesn't allow it.

Akio's expression softened, letting go of the wheel with one of his hands and patted your shoulder as if to comfort you, the simple contact making you heavily flinch and turn your head to look at him in shock, the expression that displayed surprise quickly turned terrified once you processed that someone else other than Mikey dared touch you, you breathed out heavily "N-no..." Again, with that small and scared voice in desperation, Akio ached at the thought of what Mikey had threatened you with to the point you were scared of someone touching you and him finding out about it "I can help you escape this you know, you don't belong here-"

"I belong to him."

Akio frowned at your sudden response, almost as if they were etched to your very soul. Your voice had cracked and you were tightly holding at your chest, slow breathing uneven while forcing yourself to give Akio a light glare "I-I belong to Mikey..." You repeated again in confirmation, yet Akio couldn't sense malicious intent behind the narrowed eyes.

"He hurts you." Akio reminded you, glancing at the traffic signal and finally starting the car once again, driving very slowly to drag this conversations out in hopes of convincing you, not that you had much of a choice "... But he also loves me." You contradicted the other weakly, your glare and demeanor softening once he began driving again, thinking you were going to the restaurant after all.

"That's not love-"

Akio got interrupted when the phone Mikey had given you rang, obviously displaying Mikey's contact name on the screen "Don't pick up." The firm tone made you flinch yet it also stopped thumb from making contact with the screen and answering the call. The phone was probably heavily bugged and only being able to call or receive calls from Mikey and the executives.

Akio knew you were taught by Mikey to follow orders, sure, just MIKEY'S order because no one else would dare talk to you. But what the white haired male had failed to predict was that if someone else told you to do something you would obey them as well because of such taught behavior.

'You shot yourself on the foot with this one.'

You looked back at Akio, fear evident in your eyes but it was unclear if you feared him or the consequences if you didn't pick up Mikey's call, Akio had his bets on the latter "Please don't do this... I-if you take me to the restaurant I won't tell Mikey..." You glanced out of the window while weakly threatening, looking at the roads and Akio appreciated how you listened to him, just holding your phone as it continued to ring. It also confirmed how if he approached this calmly you would listen to him.

"We're not going there... How about we give you a nice place to hide in for the time being until I find a way to make sure you escape Japan, don't you have any relatives that live abroad?" Akio sighed, a small smile playing on his face as he took a different turn than the one he was supposed to, he did already have a small place for you to stay at that was secure enough. And he has already contacted someone you previously had ties with.

Akio knew you wouldn't be easy to convince to leave, all that time with someone like Mikey and how you behaved when Mikey was in a good mood are clear indications that you might have developed Stockholm Syndrome, but because of those punishments your personality had turned more meek and obedient as a result. Akio glanced at your phone once it stopped ringing... Then shortly after it rung again, then stopped. It repeated a few more times as he drove the car on the outskirts of the city and to a more secluded area, only a few cars remaining within the roads in quite a large distance.

Your expression faltered as you stared down at it, looking ready to give in and answer the phone when then non stop messages were sent to you and Akio saw your hands started to tremble from whatever was written "I'll take care of that." And to make sure you didn't get swayed Akio reached in and grabbed your phone, not tearing his eyes away from the road as he rolled down the window of his side, swiftly throwing the phone out much to your surprise.

"I really think this is unnecessary! Please turn back... I-if not he'll be angry." Your voice was calm but the way you sounded so hopeless made Akio sigh, like you knew Mikey would catch up to you sooner or later. He parked the car right in the vacant streets before looking at you. Adrenaline rushing through the male once he faced you without anyone threatening to rip his eyes out. He knew this was a suicide mission but he just couldn't leave you in the hands of Mikey and let you experience hell everyday because Mikey said so.

"Don't you miss your life before Mikey?"

By such a simple question Akio had you stunned, frozen in your seat. Your mouth lightly agape with your pretty [E/C] eyes starring at him in shock. Akio detected you also seemed terrified shortly after.

No sounds were made except for a few cars driving by but Akio couldn't focus on that, he just needed you to admit you wanted to go back, to go away.

But then he saw a forced smile twitching up your lips, tears rolling down your cheeks and Akio perceived your expression as a twisted form of happiness in trying to hide your fear

"No, I don't."

He stared at you with an expressionless gaze then sighed, not surprised yet seeming a little disappointed 'As expected, it's Stockholm Syndrome.'

"... I'm sorry." Your words caught him off guard, Akio wondered if it was because he seemed disappointed, only to notice how your eyes were looking behind him. Realization dawned on the male and the confusion suddenly turned to shock "They-"

His voice was left as a gasp because of how the window got smashed in, Akio wincing after a few broken pieces of the glass stuck on his back, only for the pained sensation to disappear into fear of the hand that grabbed at his hair just like before "I told you before you idiotic fuck." Akio unwillingly glanced behind to look at the person, unsurprisingly it was Sanzu, his exposed arm and hand bleeding from smashing through the window, eyes wide with a crazed glare down at him yet the usual sadistic smile pulled into a grin "If you get too close to them I'll kill you." Sanzu laughed, yanking him forward for a sharp shard of glass still standing on the window to get stuck right on his back.

"Finally!~ I was so sick of you too! And you fucked up in the worst was possible!" The pink haired male announced in twisted joy, momentarily letting go of Akio to open the car door instead. Akio's breathing quickened once he fully processed the situation, hand ever so lightly grazing the shard 'I'm done for huh...' He glanced at you, seeing your apologetic and guilty expression was somehow enough for Akio not to blame you for keeping quiet.

"Look at you, scaring our [Y/N]." Akio heard Sanzu scoff after opening the car door. He then quickly grabbed Akio by the back of his shirt, dragging him out of the car and the impact of getting dropped on his back caused Akio to let out a scream in pain once the shard of glass pushed even further in.

Forcing open his teary eyes Akio saw Sanzu looking back down at him with a grin stretching on his lips "You're fucked." The male laughed and covered Akio's face with a cloth, forcing him to breath in chloroform and despite struggling to get up Sanzu made sure to nearly suffocate him for minutes until he passed out.

Sanzu threw the cloth away, his fits of giggles stopping, gaze suddenly void of emotion as he stared at Akio "Fucker." The pink haired male glared, grabbing the passed out Akio by the collar and swinging his fist right at his face "How." Another punch "Fucking." Akio got punched yet again "Dare. You. Take. My. [Y/N]." The words dripped venom, his breathing heavy as Sanzu punched with each word he spat out.

"Poor thing." Your calm gaze was averted from Sanzu punching Akio to the other side once someone opened the car door and most likely refered to you "You can't catch a break huh sunshine?" You stared at Koko through tired eyes as he held a hand for you to take. Once you did he helped you out of the car and steady on your feet, patting your head while smiling gently "You did good, distracting him enough without much fight until we reached you." You simply nodded at the praise and glanced at your surroundings, seeing everyone already here.

"Dumbass wouldn't have guessed the car was bugged huh?" Rindou laughed with a grin and grabbed Sanzu's arm, stopping him from punching Akio any further in his crazed rage "Let go. This fucker dared take [Y/N] away from us." Sanzu didn't break his glare from Akio's unconscious body but his calm voice held a promised threat towards Rindou, trying to tug his arm away from the other "Calm down Sanzu, remember what Mikey said, we can't kill him yet. Besides, [Y/N] is still here." Ran hummed playfully as he grabbed Sanzu's other arm to help Rindou, making sure he wouldn't have the entire fun of killing the person who dared kidnap you.

Ran glanced at you after his words and once seeing that you were looking back at him he happily waved, the cold glint in his eyes betraying the otherwise cheery expression "See? They're fine." Sanzu looked back at you as well and you had to force yourself to smile and wave back at the three. The pink haired male huffed and calmed his tense body, once the brothers let go of him though he gave Akio one last kick and walked away while mumbling out a string of curses, going to the car to take out the rope and tape.

Your soft giggle made them smile, yes you were fine. Nobody had taken you away. You heard footsteps approaching you, not surprised once seeing it was Mikey. Without even a command or look Koko retracted his hands from you the second Mikey opened his arms, and just like with Kokonoi, Mikey didn't have to say anything as you quickly walked over to him to give him a hug. The pleased hum from Mikey relaxed your tense body as you knew you weren't in trouble.

"Things like this sure are annoying huh angel?" Mikey asked in an irritated mumble and you fastly agreed by wordlessly nodding, head buried on Mikey's shoulder "Looks like I have to keep you safe for a while again, but you don't blame me right? You know this is for your own good." Mikey's hand gently rubbed your back as if to show comfort but you knew what it meant. You'd be locked in again for a while to calm Mikey's nerves and to make sure you were safe.

"Of course I don't blame you Manjiro, you love me the most after all... I know you do it to keep me safe." Your sweet whisper caused Mikey to smile, giving your body a tight squeeze as he titled his head to kiss your forehead "You're such a good angel [Y/N]~ When I get back I'll get you a present." The white haired male giggled and leaned away, cupping your face with both his hands to make you look at him, smiling once the warmth from your cheeks damp because of the tears met his cold hands "You must've been scared being alone with that bastard, but don't worry, I'll take care of him." He then gently kissed your eye lids before motioning for Kakucho to come closer.

You glanced at the scarred man once he approached, immediately taking notice of how the other was giving you a sympathetic expression in response as Mikey carefully pushed you closer to him "Make sure [Y/N] gets back home safely and relaxes." Kakucho nodded at the order, he glanced back at you and his gaze softened "Come on [Y/N], how about I run you a bath and get you some food too?" Kakucho suggested while leading you to his car, you gave one last glance to the man that tried -rescuing- kidnapping you before looking back at Kakucho and nodding "Thanks Kaku-chan, I'd like that." Your soft voice melted away at the sudden agitation Kakucho had when you looked to the person '[Y/N] is nice like that, always caring even for the lowest trash.' Kakucho sighed, reminding himself as he opened the car door for you.

'Which is why we need to get rid of fuckers who take advantage of them.'

Sanzu used the handle of his katana to hit Akio on the head and wake him up, the man groaned in pain as his eyes opened, didn't take long for him to realize he was strapped to a chair in a very familiar environment, the smell of blood and rotting corpses all but assaulted his sense this early on despite how Akio was used to them.

"Morning you bastard, took you a day to wake up huh?" Sanzu smirked down at him, one hand on his hip while the other holding his katana, the gleeful sadism displayed on his face caused Akio's heart to stop, knowing what's to come for him.

But like always he accepted it, he adapted to it. He knew what was going to come for him if he messed with you. But he still did it. And now he doesn't mind his fate being sealed by trying to rescue you, at least he tried.

"I don't regret it."

Those four words halted Sanzu's smirk, the lips dropping into a thin line as the eyes got wide, shaky pupils contracted, glaring at him in all his insane glory because the male wasn't pleading and pathetically crying.

Akio didn't waver, easily tearing his eyes away to glance at the others in the room, all of the executives were present. Rindou and Mochizuki seemed appalled, shocked at the gall Akio had to not regret trying to take you away. Mostly mirroring Sanzu's expression after what he had claimed.

Meanwhile Ran, Takeomi, Kakucho and Kokonoi gazed at him with a bored expression like he was nothing but trash that should be thrown out, irritated at how Akio hasn't learned what he did wrong.

Only Mikey's back faced him, the leader was staring at his phone and his body was unmoving, whatever Akio could glimpse of the screen was moving as if it was a video 'Probably live camera footage.' Mikey was observing you.

"... Ahh you pathetic fool." Takeomi started with an irritated sigh.

"The fuck did you just say!?"

"I see you're more of an idiotic lowlife than expected."

"Fuck off, did you say that because you love them or something!"

"Just because [Y/N] showed you some sympathy doesn't mean they care about you."

"They shouldn't associate themselves with trash like you in the first place but they couldn't help it because they felt bad, do you think you mean something to them?"

"Wipe that smug look off your face dipshit." Sanzu grabbed Akio's jaw and forced the male to look at him, being met with an infuriated Sanzu staring down at him Akio should be scared but he felt... Nothing "Do you think acting brave will lessen your punishment? You should be begging fo-"

"Oh shut up already!" Akio yelled at him, catching Sanzu off guard for the first time ever by how the pink haired man flinched in surprise at the unusual display of bravery "You've been insulting me all this time but what about you huh!? You think [Y/N] loves you from their own free will? I KNOW what happened." Akio snapped back at him with a snarl, eyes narrowing into a glare as he leaned on the chair, almost seeming like he was relaxing and in controll "I did some research of my own and guess what I found, [Y/N] was an old friend of yours who went abroad and lost contact, and when you found their whereabouts again you ripped them away from their family and dragged them to the depths of the underworld because of your selfishness."

Akio scoffed, noticing the agitation of everyone in the room grow tenfold because of what he revealed "I thought it was just Mikey but apperantly no. All you sick fucks are obsessed with [Y/N]! Even though they want nothing to do with you after the bullshit you pulled. Killing their whole family? Dumbasses. Then their fiance right in front of them? Idiots."

The second he finished his sentence Sanzu punched him on the face, a sickening crack being heard shortly after and followed by Akio's pained yelp and groan because of the broken nose "Shut up..." Sanzu glared down at him, Akio detected how desperate the male seemed "Shut up... Shut up! [Y/N] loves us. They wan-"

"No the fuck they don't." Akio shot back confidently, not minding the pain. He was going to die anyways right? Might as well make it worth it- in fact might as well talk so much shit they get angry and kill him immediately. He knew their weak spot anyways; You.

"[Y/N] doesn't WANT anything to do with you, they don't want you and they definitely don't want anything to do with Mikey either-"

"Ahh so annoying." Mikey finally spoke after the prolonged silence, Akio noticed how the executives suddenly held themselves back from shooting Akio off once Mikey spoke 'Probably knew what I wanted to do by ending it quickly.' Akio huffed in annoyance, eyes glued on Mikey once Mikey got up from where he sat and turned to face Akio, Akio expected a glare but instead all Mikey was doing was SMILING at him. Yet the smile was cold and so out of place as he walked closer to Akio.

"Stop that. You're freaking me out." Sanzu snapped to look at Akio in shock once the tied down male snarled in disgust, quickly raising his fist up to hit Akio again from anger only for Mikey to grab Sanzu's wrist and hold him in place easily "Quit it. Let me talk to him." Akio noticed how Sanzu's hand trembled, actually having a bit of difficulty to calm down because of the rage the pink haired male experienced once Akio was so rude to Mikey. But of course he calmed down and listened to his leader.

Akio knitted his brows in confusion when Mikey got in front of him after Sanzu stepped away to give him room, the white haired male was still smiling but then something changed. Mikey's lips then pulled into a grin with his eyes narrowing, dark pools of nothingness staring down at Akio in mockery, sickening giggled following after "So you love [Y/N] too huh... With such a pathetic crush, do you think you'd have a chance of taking them away?"

Akio stared in confusion, especially when Sanzu let out a loud laugh "Ahhh so you DO have a crush on [Y/N]?~" He had been focusing on Mikey but finally noticed the pills on Sanzu's hand. Of course "Ugh, that's gross." Rindou's voice quickly sounded in the form of a gag, disgusted at the thought "Greedy bastards like him don't know when to stop huh?" Kokonoi snickered as he talked with Mochi "He's stupid and weak too, obviously he wouldn't think this was a trap from the beginning." Were... Were they bullying him? Mikey snickered as he heard the talk down from his executives "Hmm~ I knew it. You're always staring at me and [Y/N] during meetings. Is that it? Were you jealous?"

Akio's eye twitched at the proud tone in Mikey's voice "Pfft- Haha!~ Pathetic~" Ran snickered with a grin while Sanzu was full on laughing "Dumb kid." Takeomi sounded like he was too tired of this bullshit, just like Akio was but he heard even Takeomi and Kakucho snickering. Mikey sighed, a helpless nonchalant expression on his face "We put you into a trap and you really fell for it, your stupid crush was really hopeless from the beginning you kn-"

"What does th-"

As soon as Akio started talking, Mikey swiftly grabbed one of the surgical knives set as a torture tool close by and slashed at his face, the sudden scar bleeding out from the left side of his forehead, down his left eye then tilting to the side to run across the top part of his lip. And Akio let out a scream in surprise once blood and tears covered his vision, the sight from his left eye dimming into nothingness.

"I'm not done talking you fucker."

There it was again, Akio felt sick to his stomach at the sudden switch of such intense emotions. And despite panting and staying unfocused from the pain, Mikey's voice grabbed at his attention with little to no problem, with the little vision he had Akio saw the expression Mikey glared down at him with as irritated and disgusted. Even after he had come to terms with the fact he'd die, when Akio returned his sight on Mikey the glare from the invincible leader caused Akio to coil back in fear against his will "You DO love them. Which is why you did this."

Mikey told him as if he knew better, as if he knew Akio inside and out when it came to [Y/N] "You want to take them away because you thought you knew better and you loved them more... My angel being loved by someone so pathetic and weak willed like you... It disgusts me." Mikey's hands clenched into a tight fists, the free hand lifted up and was swiftly brought down to a powerful punch, and unlike with Sanzu, Akio let out another scream in sheer pain from the sensation, blood oozing out of his mouth and nose, and despite the weak, tear filled gaze Akio noticed a small drop of white on the floor, only recognizing it as his tooth a few seconds later.

"... Y-you're a monster..." The sudden words caused the air around them to grow tense. Akio snickered, then laughed as he looked at Mikey, his body trembling "You c-can... Say what you want but it's clear right?" Akio's heart thumped in it's place, threatening to jump out at the sight of Mikey glaring at him just like before, the trash talk and laughter from the executives stopping, even Sanzu paused to stare at Akio with an unsettling look "Only reason you lock them up and keep everyone away is because you KNOW if [Y/N] had any chance to leave they would... Since they wouldn't want to love a monster like you right?"

"... You're wrong." Akio let out a laugh at Mikey's response, the undeniable anger and desperation in Mikey's eyes was nothing but pure satisfaction at its finest "[Y/N] loves me! They love us. If yo-"

"They don't. You've just broken them down to a point where they have no choice but to love you. From now on, Manjiro Sano, you better remember that [Y/N] would never choose to love any of you, ESPECIALLY not you!"

Then Akio finally stopped, growing tired from the yelling he just did and hung his head low, panting, knowing the glares that were sent to him already sealed his fate and the growls only made him shudder in from what torture is to come. Yet he felt relieved, his heart beating peacefully after he finally spat out what he had been meaning to for these past two months.

"Mikey just let me kill him already!"

"The king said to wait but... But that fucker is so... Ahh fuck... To say that about my [Y/N]..."

Rindou's unrestrained need to shed blood and Sanzu's obsessive mumbling was rather annoying, couldn't they just kill him already?

"[Y/N]... Is the light of my life you know..."

Then Mikey spoke again, staring at Akio with that same nonchalant and uninterested expression, the Bonten leader bit back a snarl when a small tingle of sanity inside him agreed with what Akio claimed.

"They're the light of our life... They might not choose to love us now but they did choose to love us before. I just..."

Akio's eyes widened at the words, especially the somewhat soft expression that appeared on Mikey's face. Yet just when Akio thought that maybe Mikey was more aware of the fucked up situation, that he just needed some help, that he DID love you deep down but was swayed by the executives to do this, the hope was ripped away from him when the white haired male giggled and started fidgeting with the other surgical equipments not too far away 'Ah... A prolonged torture huh...'

"I just thought if I teach them again how to love me they will. And they do love me now." Mikey's smile was insanity itself as he looked back at Akio.

"Anyone who doesn't love them as much as we do can just go and rot." Ran's light sadistic chuckle sounded out, the executives stared in delighted glee as Mikey took the first step on punishing the person who dared take you away.

"As long as [Y/N] loves me, as long as they look only at me. I'll even break their legs so they don't leave. But breaking their mind instead did the trick pretty well~"

Your closed eyes squinted lightly, lips pursing once cold fingers gently caressed your cheek, smearing a certain liquid that prickled annoyingly at your skin until you finally opened your eyes, unsurprisingly being met with Mikey's face the second your tired half lidded gaze cleared up.

Mikey smiled once seeing your lovely [E/C] on him, retracting his hand and you ignored the fact it was bloody "Mikey..." The smile noticeably fell when you called out to him and you let out a sleepy whine to indicate you weren't well awake yet "Manjiro, when did you come back...?" You quickly corrected your mistake, reaching out to gently cup his face with one hand, Mikey seemed content enough with your action and nuzzled your warm hand.

The small blood splatters on his face seemed to rub off on your hand "I came back just now. Did you miss me?~" Mikey asked jokingly while putting his hand on top of yours, holding it still as he tilted his head to give your palm a soft kiss. You stared at the adoring expression on Mikey's face. The doubts from before disappearing.

"I couldn't sleep well without you here 'Jiro." You answered back with a giggle, the respon only making Mikey happier. He pushed your hand behind him and started leaning down, instantly knowing what to do, you hugged his neck as Mikey started peppering your face with kisses, his hand gently cupping your face and then patting your hair "Couldn't sleep well without me? Do you love me that much?~" The teasing words caused you to giggle, especially once he kissed down your neck to tickle you "Mhm!~"

Mikey's face warmed up to a light pink, the soft smile settling on his face pleasantly. Having left his executives to deal with the scrap after Mikey himself got his anger out. But once Mikey leaned up to get a better look at you again his expression fell. Eyes going wide and smile faltering at now realizing he had gotten that pest's blood all over you while kissing and touching you.

'He's close to you again...' Mikey clenched his jaw, glaring down in annoyance "Filthy..." He uttered in disdain as his hands behind to shake, he wanted to tear you apart because of being so close with that fucker even though Akio's supposed to be dead now.

Your breathing stopped for a moment but Mikey's hand sliding from your cheek to your neck and grasping it quickly brought you back to reality "Saying I'm filthy... You're so mean." But all you did was pout, thankfully the tears bubbling up on your eyes because of fear helped to add to the effect and Mikey stilled at your words.

The uncaring features softened into an apologetic look "I didn't mean you darling, I'm sorry."

"Make it up to me then."

"What do you want? I'll get you anything." Mikey quickly gave into your playfully demanding tone so he could gain forgiveness, only for your pout to turn into a shy smile "Let's have a bath together! You're also a little dirty so I can help you wash up as well." You giggled jokingly and reached up to poke his cheek, making sure it was a spot that wasn't stained with blood.

Mikey blinked in surprise at your request before his face heated up into a bright red "[Y/N]~" The man all but whined softly and leaned down to nuzzle at your chest "I love you~" You chuckled and patted his head, expression quickly faltering into discomfort when he wasn't looking "I love you too."

Mikey smiled peacefully and stood up from the bed, wrapping his arms around you and easily picking you up bridal style "I took care of the trash." He finally informed you while walking to the bathroom, his eyes met yours, a confused smile on your face as you tilted your head and nodded "Good job~" You laid your head on his shoulder, Mikey observed your calmly smiling expression and grinned in victory, eyes cold and uncaring.

'See? [Y/N] probably doesn't even remember you. They will continue to love only me even if I have to break them completely.'

tokyo revengers fic be on the look out. in stores near you... not really but will be released on my blog soon!

Its called Mentally Unstable Occult

Mentally Unstable Occult | Yandere Tokyo Revengers x Male reader

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Description: Mentally Unstable Occult | You are Here More about you: More about you Prologue: A Life Before Chapter 1: The Reality I've Been Searching for | TBW Chapter 2: You remind me so much of him | TBW Chapter 3: Blood Soaked Insanity | TBW

A boy born into a different world, still remembering his old life. The torment of it made him go insane. On top of that, he can see and talk to ghosts now? How in the hell was that possible? Nothing made sense to the boy, but it never did, really. Now he has to navigate this life, knowing the future outcomes of everything, but not being able to tell anyone. And having to deal with the multiple attachments he's acquired, both in his past life and his current one. And not only spiritual attachments.

Will this be any better than his previous life?

Warning: Music and art isn't mine, I do not own Tokyo Revengers but I do own this story. Other warnings: - Yandere Themes - Death - Murder - Gore - Abuse - Anxiety Attacks - Identity crisis - Semi Nsfw (It's very minimal) -Will add more if needed

Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

Mentally Unstable Occult | Yandere Tokyo Revengers x Male reader

The description is down below. This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!

Description: Mentally Unstable Occult | You are Here More about you: More about you | TBW Prologue: A Life Before | TBW

A boy born into a different world, still remembering his old life. The torment of it made him go insane. On top of that, he can see and talk to ghosts now? How in the hell was that possible? Nothing made sense to the boy, but it never did, really. Now he has to navigate this life, knowing the future outcomes of everything, but not being able to tell anyone. And having to deal with the multiple attachments he's acquired, both in his past life and his current one. And not only spiritual attachments.

Will this be any better than his previous life?

Warning: Music and art isn't mine, I do not own Tokyo Revengers but I do own this story. Other warnings: - Yandere Themes - Death - Murder - Gore - Abuse - Anxiety Attacks - Identity crisis - Semi Nsfw (It's very minimal) -Will add more if needed

Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

More about You | Yandere Tokyo Revengers x Male reader

The description is down below. This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!

Description: Mentally Unstable Occult More about you: More about you | {You are here} Prologue: A Life Before Chapter 1: The Reality I've Been Searching for | TBW Chapter 2: You remind me so much of him | TBW Chapter 3: Blood Soaked Insanity | TBW

Name: y/n l/n

Birthday: y/b/d

Sexuality: Bisexual

Previou age: 17

Age: 15

Height: 5'7 

Appearance: H/L H/C hair, Shiny E/C eyes, S/T skin

Personality :Emotionally turned off, paranoid, anxious, mentally unstable, protective, violent, kind to those he deeply cares about, impulsive, apathetic, and funny

Other notes: Y/n can see ghosts from both his own world and the world he was reincarnated in. These ghosts keep Y/n safe and protects him from those who intend to hurt him, even if Y/n can fight those people physically. Y/n has a thing for fighting, and it brings a smile to his face when he feels the adrenaline kick in. Y/n has a younger brother names Lucas, and Lucas adores Y/n. Y/n has many exes due to trying to fill the empty hole in his heart, but none of them ever worked out and ended up leaving Y/n hurt even more. Y/n watches anime, kid shows, and listening to music as an escapism from his life and using those as a way to fantasize about the perfect life he will never have. Music keeps the ghosts that Y/n talks to from hurting others too much, but also lets them control those Y/n is fighting. Y/n fights to music as a way to ground himself, even though it may seem like it makes things worse. Y/n is a naturally violent fighter, so that is why there is blood shed every time, either from Y/n or the person he is fighting. 

Likes: Fighting, Music, Bluey, Studio Ghibli, Bojack Horseman the show, Anime, Tokyo Revengers, Crocs, Sweets, Isolating, knowing random ass facts, referencing stuff from his old world, and laying on the floor

Dislikes: Both his moms, his dad, his ex-boyfriend, sleeping, nighttime, silence, his brother, himself, feeling alone, the fact that he has to redo not only middle school, but high school too

Love interests:

Takemichi Hanagaki

Hinata Tachibana

Natoa Tachibana

Atsushi Sendo

Takuya Yamamoto

Sano Manjiro

Ken Ryuguji

Emma Sano

Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)

Souya Kawata (Angry)

Takashi Mitsuya

Shuji Hanma

Haruchiyo Sanzu

Rindou Haitani

Ran Haitani

Kazutora Hanemiya

Chifuyu Matsuno

Seishi Inui

Hajime Kokonoi

Izana Kurokawa

Kakucho Itto

Hakkai Shiba

Keisuke Baji

Wakasa Imaushi

Takeomi Akashi

Senju Akashi (Kawaragi)

Yuzuha Shiba

A/n: I may or may not have projected way to much on Y/n.. The stuff under the likes is very crucial to how Y/n see's the world and his coping. 

Picrew used

Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

More about You | Yandere Tokyo Revengers x Male reader

The description is down below. This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!

Description: Mentally Unstable Occult More about you: More about you | {You are here} Prologue: A Life Before | TBW

Name: y/n l/n

Birthday: y/b/d

Sexuality: Bisexual

Previou age: 17

Age: 15

Height: 5'7 

Appearance: H/L H/C hair, Shiny E/C eyes, S/T skin

Personality :Emotionally turned off, paranoid, anxious, mentally unstable, protective, violent, kind to those he deeply cares about, impulsive, apathetic, and funny

Other notes: Y/n can see ghosts from both his own world and the world he was reincarnated in. These ghosts keep Y/n safe and protects him from those who intend to hurt him, even if Y/n can fight those people physically. Y/n has a thing for fighting, and it brings a smile to his face when he feels the adrenaline kick in. Y/n has a younger brother names Lucas, and Lucas adores Y/n. Y/n has many exes due to trying to fill the empty hole in his heart, but none of them ever worked out and ended up leaving Y/n hurt even more. Y/n watches anime, kid shows, and listening to music as an escapism from his life and using those as a way to fantasize about the perfect life he will never have. Music keeps the ghosts that Y/n talks to from hurting others too much, but also lets them control those Y/n is fighting. Y/n fights to music as a way to ground himself, even though it may seem like it makes things worse. Y/n is a naturally violent fighter, so that is why there is blood shed every time, either from Y/n or the person he is fighting. 

Likes: Fighting, Music, Bluey, Studio Ghibli, Bojack Horseman the show, Anime, Tokyo Revengers, Crocs, Sweets, Isolating, knowing random ass facts, referencing stuff from his old world, and laying on the floor

Dislikes: Both his moms, his dad, his ex-boyfriend, sleeping, nighttime, silence, his brother, himself, feeling alone, the fact that he has to redo not only middle school, but high school too

Love interests:

Takemichi Hanagaki

Hinata Tachibana

Natoa Tachibana

Atsushi Sendo

Takuya Yamamoto

Sano Manjiro

Ken Ryuguji

Emma Sano

Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)

Souya Kawata (Angry)

Takashi Mitsuya

Shuji Hanma

Haruchiyo Sanzu

Rindou Haitani

Ran Haitani

Kazutora Hanemiya

Chifuyu Matsuno

Seishi Inui

Hajime Kokonoi

Izana Kurokawa

Kakucho Itto

Hakkai Shiba

Keisuke Baji

Wakasa Imaushi

Takeomi Akashi

Senju Akashi (Kawaragi)

Yuzuha Shiba

A/n: I may or may not have projected way to much on Y/n.. The stuff under the likes is very crucial to how Y/n see's the world and his coping. 

Picrew used

Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

Mentally Unstable Occult | Yandere Tokyo Revengers x Male reader

The description is down below. This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!

Description: Mentally Unstable Occult | You are Here More about you: More about you Prologue: A Life Before | TBW Chapter 1: The Reality I've Been Searching for | TBW Chapter 2: You remind me so much of him | TBW Chapter 3: Blood Soaked Insanity | TBW

A boy born into a different world, still remembering his old life. The torment of it made him go insane. On top of that, he can see and talk to ghosts now? How in the hell was that possible? Nothing made sense to the boy, but it never did, really. Now he has to navigate this life, knowing the future outcomes of everything, but not being able to tell anyone. And having to deal with the multiple attachments he's acquired, both in his past life and his current one. And not only spiritual attachments.

Will this be any better than his previous life?

Warning: Music and art isn't mine, I do not own Tokyo Revengers but I do own this story. Other warnings: - Yandere Themes - Death - Murder - Gore - Abuse - Anxiety Attacks - Identity crisis - Semi Nsfw (It's very minimal) -Will add more if needed

Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

A Life Before | Yandere Tokyo Revengers x Male reader

The description is down below. This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!

Description: Mentally Unstable Occult More about you: More about you Prologue: A Life Before | {You are here} Chapter 1: The Reality I've Been Searching for | TBW Chapter 2: You remind me so much of him | TBW Chapter 3: Blood Soaked Insanity | TBW

Y/n had no easy life, and not one any child should have had. His parents were never around to see the accomplishments of their son, they were just busy. His brother, Lucas, wasn’t any help either. He was the golden child, and Y/n lived within his shadow. Y/n was the oldest, but his brother just seemed to have the charisma that Y/n lacked. 

Y/n grew to isolate himself, and bury himself within his jealousy. Y/n grew up with the harsh parenting of his father, and when his brother came into the world it changed. In Y/N's mind, Lucas was getting special treatment. He grew up thinking that any form of attention only ever came to him when he did something remarkable. But Y/n started to give up on trying, and let Lucas have all the attention. 

He didn’t want his brother to become like him, an isolated mess with no one to talk to and resentment for people. There was something that had sought Y/n out, however. The shadows of all kinds of places started to appear to Y/n, telling him of their woes and stories of their ever fleeting pasts. He saw them before when he was younger, usually in his room. They filled the loneliness he had felt from the abandonment of his mother and father. 

Y/n would often talk to the shadows, causing curiosity within his family. His parents had thought he was talking to friends on the phone, but they were concerned when Y/n wouldn’t bring these friends over. They had thought he was with delinquents, but never pushed the issue because they never had the time. Lucas, however, wanted to only spend time with Y/n. All he wanted was Y/n look at him with a smile. 

Just like their parents did. But all Lucas got was this look of numbness from his other brother. Whenever Lucas tried to reach out to Y/n he would shut the door to his bedroom. This left Lucas a crying mess on the other side. But he would never tell their parents. All Lucas ever wanted from Y/n was the loving and supportive brother he saw in movies and shows. 

The one that gives advice on first dates and when the main character's best friend was fighting with them, the older brother would come in and give some jaw dropping response the audience would never expect. And Y/n felt the same. He wanted the loving parents he saw on the TV, ones that loved all their children the same. Y/n gave up on that silly little hopeful idea, knowing it was an unrealistic fantasy that would never come to him. 

Due to the constant isolation Y/n brought to himself, he became more absent in his mind. His thoughts were relentless, but they were one of the few things that would ever listen to him. The mental breakdowns he started to have become more violent. The shadows, who he had befriended, had to hold him back from attempting several times. They didn’t have the strength to stop him from hurting himself. 

Y/n would hear the cries of the shadows, thinking it was the pain of their past lives. The true reason they were wailing was because of Y/n’s self-destructive behavior. Y/n didn’t even need to try to hide the scars he caused because no one would notice. No one took the time to check in on him. It made his spiraling mind so much worse. The shadows who had become his new family had to put in so much effort to make sure Y/n didn’t die to his own hands.

There was one person, outside the spectral plane, that noticed Y/n’s worsening state. It was Y/n’s brother, Lucas. Lucas tried so hard to reach out to Y/n, to offer him his helping hand. He never knew how else to go about it, seeing his brother’s scars and heavy eye bags. Every time Y/n walked out of his room, Lucas would stare at him horrified. How could their parents not realize how much pain their oldest son was in?

“Y/n, are you okay?”

Y/n looked at Lucas, eyes empty, with no sign of any one present. Y/n only walked past his younger brother, not sparing him a moment. Lucas grabbed Y/n’s hand, causing the h/c haired boy to whip his head around. Lucas let go of Y/n’s hand instantly, startled by the cold, harsh gaze coming from his e/c eyes. Y/n’s voice was low and hoarse.

“Like you care. Just leave me alone.”

Y/n walked away, stepping out of the house. The slam of the front door left Lucas in shock. Tears dripped down his cheeks as they hit the hardwood floor. He did care for Y/n, but why did Y/n not see it? Why was Y/n always pushing him away?

Y/n let the interaction with his brother leave his mind. He was too focused on going into the shops that were close by his house. Y/n only had his phone and wallet in hand, headphones placed on his ears. He walked down his driveway and down the various roads that led to the stores and restaurants that littered the town. His thoughts were stuck on his brother.

He hated Lucas, but there was so much guilt in hating him. He noticed his younger brother's attempts to comfort him. Y/n kept on walking, focusing on the music playing through his headphones. He didn’t want to think about his family, but they always plague his thoughts. Y/n was finally at the small mall with other shops and restaurants surrounding it. 

He looked around and noticed that the place wasn’t bustling with people, but more of a calm flow of 2 to 3 people every 3 stores. Y/n sighed, letting out all the anxiety he felt in his stomach, and gently walked around as his eyes darted around. As he was window shopping, one store caught his attention. It was a manga and anime store. Y/n walked in the small store, looking around at all the items that were being showcased. He loved anime, well, some anime, but only because it was his escape from the cruel world he lived through. 

He fantasized about these characters loving him endlessly, giving him the attention he never got from anyone else. Y/n picked up a few figurines he liked, looking at them front and back as he admired them. He slipped into his fantasy mind of the never ending love, but it was short-lived as he looked at the many shelves of manga. Y/n dragged himself over to the bookshelves, gently placing the figuring he was holding back on its spot, and started to look through the various manga series that were on display. Y/n mainly focused on the manga of anime’s he’s seen, anxious about starting a series without having the anime to follow along with. 

Y/n’s anime choices were also very restricted because he had no way to legally access them and usually had other things to do whenever he had downtime. Even if it seemed like Y/n did nothing in the eyes of those around him, he was quite busy. He did his best in school, getting homework done a week early, trying to find something to be creative, walking around, and just thinking. That was his usual schedule, but there were times where Y/n just needed to listen to something for comfort. To see the silly characters on his screen have better lives than him, so he can imagine one of his own. 

Anime wasn’t Y/n’s only escape, show wise, that is. He had the silly kids cartoons from the various streaming sites his parents had bought, and to their stupidity, Y/n had memorized every single password they used in case he got locked out. It didn’t help Y/n’s isolation issues at all, but it made things so much easier. At least that's what he had thought throughout his whole life. Growing up, T.V was what created most of how Y/n views everything, a world where everything ends happy and that people who’ve hurt him will come back and do some big grand gesture and repent for the pain.

That realization came from an adult show he had watched on his own, even if it made him feel worse. That one adult show and one of the many kid shows he loved watching were his therapy, more so than anime was. They taught him the patterns in his own life and reasons why he feels the way he does. Y/n shook his head, trying not to get distracted while he looked through the shelves. He just looked at the several front covers of various series for 30 minutes, and the cashier just watched him, waiting for Y/n to make a choice.

Y/n’s attention shifted to the cashier as he felt them watch him look through the various series. He put the book he was holding back on the shelf, walking over to the checkout counter. He stood loosely in front of the cashier, having a staring contest with them. Both of them had a bored look resting on their features as the cashier rested their head on their hand, propping up their elbow on the counter. The cashier smirked at Y/n, trying to read the boy. Y/n only stared blankly back.

“You not finding what you want?”

Y/n lightly shook his head, his eyes still blank and numb. The cashier chuckled softly as they turned to look through the shelf behind the counter. Y/n watched the cashier as he eyed all the books and figures on the feature wall. Y/n stood patiently, waiting for the cashier to find what they were looking for. The cashier then pulled out a manga and slid it to Y/n from across the counter.

“Try this. I think you’ll like it. There’s a small sitting area behind the shelves if you want to read it.”

Y/n nodded and gently took the manga, not giving the cover a glance. Only after sitting down did Y/n register what the manga was called. He studied the character that was presented on the volume, as the number 1 was big and red. He read the title quietly to himself.

‟Tokyo Revengers…”

After gently opening the cover page, Y/n started to get sucked into the story. The concept of being isekaied to time travel was very new, and he only ever saw it once. This story was vastly different with the plot, but he noticed similarities with the anime he kept thinking of. Y/n sat there for who knows how long, trying to finish this one volume. The cashier was right, Y/n loved it. 

Y/n stood up after he finished the book and brought it back to the checkout counter. Before the cashier could ask if Y/n liked it, Y/n walked back to the shelves. The cashier looked curiously as Y/n scavenged to shelves for every single Tokyo Revengers manga that was available. The cashier watched Y/n in awe as the boy walked back to the counter with a large stack of books. They just looked at the stack and then back to Y/n.

“Is that all?”

Y/n only quickly nodded in response as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. He was so excited to go home and read the whole series, or what he could find, anyway. The cashier smiled at Y/n, bagging the last book. They've never seen someone so excited to enjoy reading. Y/n paid the cashier with money he stole from his parents, and immediately ran out of the store. 

Y/n paused for a moment after running down the mall. He stopped in front of a fountain and walked closer to it. He stared at the reflection, but the reflection had many eyes staring back. He chuckled lightly as he brought his headphones to his ears. Y/n took a coin out of his pocket and dropped it into the fountain. Y/n stared back at the rippling reflections of all the eyes that were looking at him. 

“You guys are pretty late to the party. No matter, let's get home. I have some books to read!”

 He turned around, picked up the bags and started to walk out the mall. Some bags started to float out of his hands as one of his ghost friends helped him out. No one noticed the floating back because once the ghost touched it, it disappeared, not to Y/n though. Y/n was the only one who could see what the ghosts carry or touch, and it was hilarious to see sometimes. The other ghosts walked beside him as they all talked in their minds with Y/n. 

The main ghost that carried Y/n’s bags was what Y/n considered to be a mother. He loved her dearly, and she loved him. The only thing Y/n has from her past is that she was a mother, but her son disappeared a long, long time ago. So to help, Y/n let her mother him in ways his own mother didn’t. She was the main reason Y/n was still sane with all the isolation he has done throughout his life. 

The ghosts among him always called her Mother, and Y/n did too. It only felt appropriate, and it helped him a lot when he needed a mother to depend on. Y/n continued to walk down the streets, trying to get home, but his stomach wouldn’t leave him alone. He looked to Mother, and then back to the other ghosts. Their energy changed to a knowing one as they changed directions to get food.

Y/n skipped along, completely forgetting about his guilty feelings directed toward his brother, and focusing on satiating his hunger. Y/n swayed his head slightly as he focused on his music and looking for a place to eat.

The ghosts all admired Y/n, they thought of him as a god, but Y/n had to explain every time how he wasn’t one. It was quite funny seeing their energies become more confused the more he tried to explain. Y/n stopped walking as he stood in front of a restaurant. 

Y/n walked closer, scanning the menu that was displayed outside the restaurant. While scanning the prices, Y/n felt a tap on his shoulder. Y/n turned to meet Mother, her white eyes moving in a way of worry. Y/n gave her one of his rare soft smile as his e/c eyes held a calm gaze. Mother was trying to get Y/n’s attention to the sky, and Y/n looked up to see the sun was already setting.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get back before dark. Not like they’d punish me if I got home late anyway.”

Y/n shrugged his shoulders and walked into the restaurant, with only Mother following after him. Y/n had taken a seat for two, and no one questioned him talking to himself. Well, that’s what the outsiders saw, but he was in a very deep conversation with Mother. Mother was the one to stay with Y/n whenever he went out to eat or to be by himself that wasn’t in his home. Y/n had ordered two servings of f/f to share with Mother, even though she never really needed to eat. 

She loved indulging Y/n however. These things were seen as offerings from Y/n, and they were greatly appreciated. Y/n loved spoiling the ghosts that followed him around and helped. Giving them gifts was the best way to show his gratitude. It was also the only way he could show it. 

It first started with Y/n giving the ghosts different articles of clothing so he could keep track of who was who. That was before Y/n could read their energies and get a grasp on who he was speaking to without the guidance of a distinctive feature of the shadowy creatures. Y/n had also used the memories he was given in his sleep to discern the ghost he was talking to. The memory sharing became frequent when he went to bed. That was the main reason Y/n hated sleeping. 

He didn’t like seeing the pain and sadness of the various past lives of the shadows that followed him around. Those nights with those memory dreams ended up with Y/n having a panic attack. That's when Mother put a restraint on the memory sharing from all the other ghosts. They only ever did it when Y/n asked, and Y/n barely ever did. So the other ghosts resorted to pointing at pictures that related to their lives. 

Y/n shook his head, trying not to focus on the other ghosts. His attention got brought to the scent of the f/f he was served. A big smile graced his usually empty face. He pushed the 2nd serving to the seemingly empty seat. Mother took a fort and started to absorb the food's energy. She could feel the love of not only the chef, but from Y/n as well. Y/n looked to Mother, seeing here happy essence. 

“You like it? It’s my favorite, though you already know that. You know everything about me. You know me better than my own mom..”

Y/n trailed off, thinking of how a ghost knew more about him than his family. It made him sad that he would never have the relationship he dreamed of having. Mother brought a shadow limb to Y/n’s hand, comforting the boy. Y/n took a heavy sigh and quickly finished the food, wanting to get home. He hated the fact that he ever had to go home in the first place, but he needed to because it's where he felt safest. 

Y/n started his walk home after paying for the food. Mother had taken both bags from Y/n, insisting that he needed to rest. She was right, of course, but Y/n was a stubborn soul. He never liked having assistance with tasks like this. He only gave in because Mother was insistent about it.

“L̶e̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶.̶.̶.̶ ̶L̶e̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶.̶.̶.̶”

Y/n chuckled and looked at Mother as the two of them walked down the calm streets. Y/n had his hands in his jack pockets, not caring about anything else. He smiled at Mother as she continued to carry the heavy bags full of manga. He loved Mother so much, and couldn’t express how much he did. He turned his head back to face what was in front of him as he walked the dark and dimly lit streets. 

“You know, you’re the only one who I’ll let help me. You’re the only one I deeply trust… Mother..”

Mother made a pained noise, feeling the sadness Y/n had now been washed over. Y/n’s eyes dulled, feeling the emptiness he had in his heart before his shopping trip. This always happened, no matter how good a day Y/n had, he would go back to his numb and apathetic heart. Y/n finally stood in front of the door of his house. He took the bags from Mother, and opened the door gently, trying not to make a sound.

Y/n wasn’t quiet enough to keep everyone asleep, well, that’s what he thought when he felt his younger brother watching him. Lucas was worried about Y/n as he was out. Y/n left in the early afternoon and only came back late into the night. Before Lucas could even walk up and confront his older brother, he noticed one of the many books Y/n was carrying fall out of the bag. Lucas let Y/n go to his room to isolate once more, as he gently walked to the book on the floor. He read the title to himself, as it seemed whatever higher being out there had answered his prayers, a way to finally bond with his brother. 

After Y/n had dropped that one volume accidentally, Lucas had become so fond of Tokyo Revengers. He had begged his parents to get an anime streaming service so he could watch it, and to also let Y/n watch it in hopes of watching it together. That hope was slowly crushed when Y/n found the account information and only isolated himself even further. Lucas tried plan B, begging for more volumes of Tokyo Revengers, and various other series, for his birthday and for other holidays and giving them to Y/n. Y/n would walk into his room and see a new volume on his desk with a note placed against it. 

Y/n always discarded the notes, thinking they were from the ghosts, and quickly read through the new volume he had his hands on. Lucas watched from the crack of the door, sadness weighing down on his chest. He was still very patient, knowing sooner or later Y/n would come up to him and talk about their similar interests. Lucas had kept up with the series, and tried to impress Y/n whenever he was around his older brother. Y/n never thought anything of it, only a boy younger than him ranting about his interests. 

Lucas tried so hard for two years trying to connect with Y/n over anime. There were times where Lucas had thought he made it through to his older brother, only to find out it was a brief moment of Y/n's good moods. Lucas had become so caught up in trying to get approval from his brother that it seeped into his other relationships with friends. 

Y/n's family issues didn't get any better either. His father had died a year ago, and it took so much from Y/n. He didn't feel connected to his father, but it was way more than his mom. Y/n cried the most he had ever had over a person that night, and it pained Lucas. His death was unknown to Y/n but his mom blamed him for it.

Y/n had to suffer a whole year of scowling looks from his mom, and Lucas had noticed the change. Lucas tried to find out why their mom was treating Y/n this way, but every time he asked, their mom just dismissed it. A year had passed since then and things had become more distant with Y/n and his family. The desires to be in his daydreams grew with every incontinence he faced. However now that he was 17, he could look forward to forging his own life.

Y/n almost being done with school and getting ready to move out and live on his own created so many good feelings within him. This time had been Y/n's happiest because of the hope of Y/n being alone and not having to worry about his parents. Mother was also very excited because she got to see somewhere new and Y/n was feeling better. The other ghosts had soaked up the excited energy, using this as a way to get their messages across better. The ghosts had started to move things around and write on papers left around the floor. 

It shocked Y/n that something as simple as his happiness caused such a reaction in the ghosts and shadows around him. To celebrate the good feelings, Y/n was gonna read in the park. All the ghosts, new and old, were ready to join him outside and see the bright sunny day. To Lucas, however, there was this dread that hovered over him.

He had this need to follow Y/n, knowing of his plans to read in the park, to keep him safe. Y/n and the shadows that surrounded him didn't notice Lucas' presence, Lucas following close behind. Once Y/n had reached the park, he took a seat on a soft patch of grass. Y/n had this content smile that amazed Lucas. Lucas had only ever seen Y/n look sad or numb. 

Y/n was rereading the first volume of Tokyo Revengers, kicking his feet as he got sucked into his daydreams. Lucas felt something painful settle in his heart. He felt so jealous that a book could make Y/n so happy, and all his attempts only ever made Y/n seem unhappy. Lucas had never felt this jealous, and he didn't understand why. He loved Tokyo Revengers too, so why was this hatred toward it?

Lucas didn't have much time to contemplate it as Y/n got up. Y/n didn't realize he had finished the book within an hour, and the day was still fresh. The warm sun beat down, letting Y/n bask in its warm glow. A soft smile graced Y/n’s lips as he turned his head to slightly gaze at the sun. Lucas was amazed at the scene in front of him, never had he seen his brother this content. 

Y/n started to walk slowly across the street, not really paying attention. Lucas wasn’t far too behind, the dreadful feeling still present in his mind. Lucas wasn’t sure, but something bad was going to happen. Y/n held the book he just finished, looking down as he admired the cover. His mind went to his daydreams, and slowed down the most in the middle of the road.

Y/n turned his head when he heard the sound of frantic honking. His eyes stayed dull as he saw a truck coming straight down the hill, seemingly not stopping. He turned fully to face the truck out of subconscious, and Lucas just froze, watching the truck go at inhuman speeds down the hill.  Lucas’ eyes watched Y/n, panic taking over his whole being. He didn’t know why Y/n turned to face the truck, but he wanted to push him out of the way. 

The truck was barreling toward Y/n, and Y/n just stood there. He didn’t think he should move, something kept him tethered there. The surrounding ghosts were worried, their human they loved so much was going to die. Y/n’s mind finally got sucked out of his daydreams and registered there was a truck coming for him. Instead of moving, he just smiled, finding this entire situation hilarious. 

“Seems truck-kun has finally come. It’s finally my turn!”

Y/n yelled out, but only himself could hear it. Lucas stared in disbelief, seeing Y/n’s attitude as he was about to get hit by a truck. For a brief moment, Lucas could hear the cries that were beyond the mortal plane. The truck came even closer to Y/n, now two feet away from him, and Y/n gripped the book tighter. In his mind, he hoped that the truck would hit him and that when he did, he would be transported to one of his many daydreams. 

Y/n's whole world force as he waited for the truck to him. He didn't see anything move around him. He didn't hear the ghosts' worries or the bystanders cries for help. People were panicking, trying their best to save the boy that stood in the middle of the road. Y/n turned in head slightly, seeing white all around him. There was a distant voice he heard, calling his name.

“Y/n!”

The truck had crashed, leaving the bystanders to look in horror. Many screamed, and some stood in disbelief. The Tokyo Revengers book fell from Y/n’s hand as it fell onto the road. The white pages turned red as a pool of blood surrounded it. Y/n’s body lay next to it, where his hand used to be seemed to be grabbing it. His last hope in life was that story, the daydreams that sprouted from the manga. 

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A Life Before | Yandere Tokyo Revengers x Male reader

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Description: Mentally Unstable Occult More about you: More about you Prologue: A Life Before | {You are here} Chapter 1: The Reality I've Been Searching for | TBW Chapter 2: You remind me so much of him | TBW Chapter 3: Blood Soaked Insanity | TBW

Y/n had no easy life, and not one any child should have had. His parents were never around to see the accomplishments of their son, they were just busy. His brother, Lucas, wasn’t any help either. He was the golden child, and Y/n lived within his shadow. Y/n was the oldest, but his brother just seemed to have the charisma that Y/n lacked. 

Y/n grew to isolate himself, and bury himself within his jealousy. Y/n grew up with the harsh parenting of his father, and when his brother came into the world it changed. In Y/N's mind, Lucas was getting special treatment. He grew up thinking that any form of attention only ever came to him when he did something remarkable. But Y/n started to give up on trying, and let Lucas have all the attention. 

He didn’t want his brother to become like him, an isolated mess with no one to talk to and resentment for people. There was something that had sought Y/n out, however. The shadows of all kinds of places started to appear to Y/n, telling him of their woes and stories of their ever fleeting pasts. He saw them before when he was younger, usually in his room. They filled the loneliness he had felt from the abandonment of his mother and father. 

Y/n would often talk to the shadows, causing curiosity within his family. His parents had thought he was talking to friends on the phone, but they were concerned when Y/n wouldn’t bring these friends over. They had thought he was with delinquents, but never pushed the issue because they never had the time. Lucas, however, wanted to only spend time with Y/n. All he wanted was Y/n look at him with a smile. 

Just like their parents did. But all Lucas got was this look of numbness from his other brother. Whenever Lucas tried to reach out to Y/n he would shut the door to his bedroom. This left Lucas a crying mess on the other side. But he would never tell their parents. All Lucas ever wanted from Y/n was the loving and supportive brother he saw in movies and shows. 

The one that gives advice on first dates and when the main character's best friend was fighting with them, the older brother would come in and give some jaw dropping response the audience would never expect. And Y/n felt the same. He wanted the loving parents he saw on the TV, ones that loved all their children the same. Y/n gave up on that silly little hopeful idea, knowing it was an unrealistic fantasy that would never come to him. 

Due to the constant isolation Y/n brought to himself, he became more absent in his mind. His thoughts were relentless, but they were one of the few things that would ever listen to him. The mental breakdowns he started to have become more violent. The shadows, who he had befriended, had to hold him back from attempting several times. They didn’t have the strength to stop him from hurting himself. 

Y/n would hear the cries of the shadows, thinking it was the pain of their past lives. The true reason they were wailing was because of Y/n’s self-destructive behavior. Y/n didn’t even need to try to hide the scars he caused because no one would notice. No one took the time to check in on him. It made his spiraling mind so much worse. The shadows who had become his new family had to put in so much effort to make sure Y/n didn’t die to his own hands.

There was one person, outside the spectral plane, that noticed Y/n’s worsening state. It was Y/n’s brother, Lucas. Lucas tried so hard to reach out to Y/n, to offer him his helping hand. He never knew how else to go about it, seeing his brother’s scars and heavy eye bags. Every time Y/n walked out of his room, Lucas would stare at him horrified. How could their parents not realize how much pain their oldest son was in?

“Y/n, are you okay?”

Y/n looked at Lucas, eyes empty, with no sign of any one present. Y/n only walked past his younger brother, not sparing him a moment. Lucas grabbed Y/n’s hand, causing the h/c haired boy to whip his head around. Lucas let go of Y/n’s hand instantly, startled by the cold, harsh gaze coming from his e/c eyes. Y/n’s voice was low and hoarse.

“Like you care. Just leave me alone.”

Y/n walked away, stepping out of the house. The slam of the front door left Lucas in shock. Tears dripped down his cheeks as they hit the hardwood floor. He did care for Y/n, but why did Y/n not see it? Why was Y/n always pushing him away?

Y/n let the interaction with his brother leave his mind. He was too focused on going into the shops that were close by his house. Y/n only had his phone and wallet in hand, headphones placed on his ears. He walked down his driveway and down the various roads that led to the stores and restaurants that littered the town. His thoughts were stuck on his brother.

He hated Lucas, but there was so much guilt in hating him. He noticed his younger brother's attempts to comfort him. Y/n kept on walking, focusing on the music playing through his headphones. He didn’t want to think about his family, but they always plague his thoughts. Y/n was finally at the small mall with other shops and restaurants surrounding it. 

He looked around and noticed that the place wasn’t bustling with people, but more of a calm flow of 2 to 3 people every 3 stores. Y/n sighed, letting out all the anxiety he felt in his stomach, and gently walked around as his eyes darted around. As he was window shopping, one store caught his attention. It was a manga and anime store. Y/n walked in the small store, looking around at all the items that were being showcased. He loved anime, well, some anime, but only because it was his escape from the cruel world he lived through. 

He fantasized about these characters loving him endlessly, giving him the attention he never got from anyone else. Y/n picked up a few figurines he liked, looking at them front and back as he admired them. He slipped into his fantasy mind of the never ending love, but it was short-lived as he looked at the many shelves of manga. Y/n dragged himself over to the bookshelves, gently placing the figuring he was holding back on its spot, and started to look through the various manga series that were on display. Y/n mainly focused on the manga of anime’s he’s seen, anxious about starting a series without having the anime to follow along with. 

Y/n’s anime choices were also very restricted because he had no way to legally access them and usually had other things to do whenever he had downtime. Even if it seemed like Y/n did nothing in the eyes of those around him, he was quite busy. He did his best in school, getting homework done a week early, trying to find something to be creative, walking around, and just thinking. That was his usual schedule, but there were times where Y/n just needed to listen to something for comfort. To see the silly characters on his screen have better lives than him, so he can imagine one of his own. 

Anime wasn’t Y/n’s only escape, show wise, that is. He had the silly kids cartoons from the various streaming sites his parents had bought, and to their stupidity, Y/n had memorized every single password they used in case he got locked out. It didn’t help Y/n’s isolation issues at all, but it made things so much easier. At least that's what he had thought throughout his whole life. Growing up, T.V was what created most of how Y/n views everything, a world where everything ends happy and that people who’ve hurt him will come back and do some big grand gesture and repent for the pain.

That realization came from an adult show he had watched on his own, even if it made him feel worse. That one adult show and one of the many kid shows he loved watching were his therapy, more so than anime was. They taught him the patterns in his own life and reasons why he feels the way he does. Y/n shook his head, trying not to get distracted while he looked through the shelves. He just looked at the several front covers of various series for 30 minutes, and the cashier just watched him, waiting for Y/n to make a choice.

Y/n’s attention shifted to the cashier as he felt them watch him look through the various series. He put the book he was holding back on the shelf, walking over to the checkout counter. He stood loosely in front of the cashier, having a staring contest with them. Both of them had a bored look resting on their features as the cashier rested their head on their hand, propping up their elbow on the counter. The cashier smirked at Y/n, trying to read the boy. Y/n only stared blankly back.

“You not finding what you want?”

Y/n lightly shook his head, his eyes still blank and numb. The cashier chuckled softly as they turned to look through the shelf behind the counter. Y/n watched the cashier as he eyed all the books and figures on the feature wall. Y/n stood patiently, waiting for the cashier to find what they were looking for. The cashier then pulled out a manga and slid it to Y/n from across the counter.

“Try this. I think you’ll like it. There’s a small sitting area behind the shelves if you want to read it.”

Y/n nodded and gently took the manga, not giving the cover a glance. Only after sitting down did Y/n register what the manga was called. He studied the character that was presented on the volume, as the number 1 was big and red. He read the title quietly to himself.

‟Tokyo Revengers…”

After gently opening the cover page, Y/n started to get sucked into the story. The concept of being isekaied to time travel was very new, and he only ever saw it once. This story was vastly different with the plot, but he noticed similarities with the anime he kept thinking of. Y/n sat there for who knows how long, trying to finish this one volume. The cashier was right, Y/n loved it. 

Y/n stood up after he finished the book and brought it back to the checkout counter. Before the cashier could ask if Y/n liked it, Y/n walked back to the shelves. The cashier looked curiously as Y/n scavenged to shelves for every single Tokyo Revengers manga that was available. The cashier watched Y/n in awe as the boy walked back to the counter with a large stack of books. They just looked at the stack and then back to Y/n.

“Is that all?”

Y/n only quickly nodded in response as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. He was so excited to go home and read the whole series, or what he could find, anyway. The cashier smiled at Y/n, bagging the last book. They've never seen someone so excited to enjoy reading. Y/n paid the cashier with money he stole from his parents, and immediately ran out of the store. 

Y/n paused for a moment after running down the mall. He stopped in front of a fountain and walked closer to it. He stared at the reflection, but the reflection had many eyes staring back. He chuckled lightly as he brought his headphones to his ears. Y/n took a coin out of his pocket and dropped it into the fountain. Y/n stared back at the rippling reflections of all the eyes that were looking at him. 

“You guys are pretty late to the party. No matter, let's get home. I have some books to read!”

 He turned around, picked up the bags and started to walk out the mall. Some bags started to float out of his hands as one of his ghost friends helped him out. No one noticed the floating back because once the ghost touched it, it disappeared, not to Y/n though. Y/n was the only one who could see what the ghosts carry or touch, and it was hilarious to see sometimes. The other ghosts walked beside him as they all talked in their minds with Y/n. 

The main ghost that carried Y/n’s bags was what Y/n considered to be a mother. He loved her dearly, and she loved him. The only thing Y/n has from her past is that she was a mother, but her son disappeared a long, long time ago. So to help, Y/n let her mother him in ways his own mother didn’t. She was the main reason Y/n was still sane with all the isolation he has done throughout his life. 

The ghosts among him always called her Mother, and Y/n did too. It only felt appropriate, and it helped him a lot when he needed a mother to depend on. Y/n continued to walk down the streets, trying to get home, but his stomach wouldn’t leave him alone. He looked to Mother, and then back to the other ghosts. Their energy changed to a knowing one as they changed directions to get food.

Y/n skipped along, completely forgetting about his guilty feelings directed toward his brother, and focusing on satiating his hunger. Y/n swayed his head slightly as he focused on his music and looking for a place to eat.

The ghosts all admired Y/n, they thought of him as a god, but Y/n had to explain every time how he wasn’t one. It was quite funny seeing their energies become more confused the more he tried to explain. Y/n stopped walking as he stood in front of a restaurant. 

Y/n walked closer, scanning the menu that was displayed outside the restaurant. While scanning the prices, Y/n felt a tap on his shoulder. Y/n turned to meet Mother, her white eyes moving in a way of worry. Y/n gave her one of his rare soft smile as his e/c eyes held a calm gaze. Mother was trying to get Y/n’s attention to the sky, and Y/n looked up to see the sun was already setting.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get back before dark. Not like they’d punish me if I got home late anyway.”

Y/n shrugged his shoulders and walked into the restaurant, with only Mother following after him. Y/n had taken a seat for two, and no one questioned him talking to himself. Well, that’s what the outsiders saw, but he was in a very deep conversation with Mother. Mother was the one to stay with Y/n whenever he went out to eat or to be by himself that wasn’t in his home. Y/n had ordered two servings of f/f to share with Mother, even though she never really needed to eat. 

She loved indulging Y/n however. These things were seen as offerings from Y/n, and they were greatly appreciated. Y/n loved spoiling the ghosts that followed him around and helped. Giving them gifts was the best way to show his gratitude. It was also the only way he could show it. 

It first started with Y/n giving the ghosts different articles of clothing so he could keep track of who was who. That was before Y/n could read their energies and get a grasp on who he was speaking to without the guidance of a distinctive feature of the shadowy creatures. Y/n had also used the memories he was given in his sleep to discern the ghost he was talking to. The memory sharing became frequent when he went to bed. That was the main reason Y/n hated sleeping. 

He didn’t like seeing the pain and sadness of the various past lives of the shadows that followed him around. Those nights with those memory dreams ended up with Y/n having a panic attack. That's when Mother put a restraint on the memory sharing from all the other ghosts. They only ever did it when Y/n asked, and Y/n barely ever did. So the other ghosts resorted to pointing at pictures that related to their lives. 

Y/n shook his head, trying not to focus on the other ghosts. His attention got brought to the scent of the f/f he was served. A big smile graced his usually empty face. He pushed the 2nd serving to the seemingly empty seat. Mother took a fort and started to absorb the food's energy. She could feel the love of not only the chef, but from Y/n as well. Y/n looked to Mother, seeing here happy essence. 

“You like it? It’s my favorite, though you already know that. You know everything about me. You know me better than my own mom..”

Y/n trailed off, thinking of how a ghost knew more about him than his family. It made him sad that he would never have the relationship he dreamed of having. Mother brought a shadow limb to Y/n’s hand, comforting the boy. Y/n took a heavy sigh and quickly finished the food, wanting to get home. He hated the fact that he ever had to go home in the first place, but he needed to because it's where he felt safest. 

Y/n started his walk home after paying for the food. Mother had taken both bags from Y/n, insisting that he needed to rest. She was right, of course, but Y/n was a stubborn soul. He never liked having assistance with tasks like this. He only gave in because Mother was insistent about it.

“L̶e̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶.̶.̶.̶ ̶L̶e̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶.̶.̶.̶”

Y/n chuckled and looked at Mother as the two of them walked down the calm streets. Y/n had his hands in his jack pockets, not caring about anything else. He smiled at Mother as she continued to carry the heavy bags full of manga. He loved Mother so much, and couldn’t express how much he did. He turned his head back to face what was in front of him as he walked the dark and dimly lit streets. 

“You know, you’re the only one who I’ll let help me. You’re the only one I deeply trust… Mother..”

Mother made a pained noise, feeling the sadness Y/n had now been washed over. Y/n’s eyes dulled, feeling the emptiness he had in his heart before his shopping trip. This always happened, no matter how good a day Y/n had, he would go back to his numb and apathetic heart. Y/n finally stood in front of the door of his house. He took the bags from Mother, and opened the door gently, trying not to make a sound.

Y/n wasn’t quiet enough to keep everyone asleep, well, that’s what he thought when he felt his younger brother watching him. Lucas was worried about Y/n as he was out. Y/n left in the early afternoon and only came back late into the night. Before Lucas could even walk up and confront his older brother, he noticed one of the many books Y/n was carrying fall out of the bag. Lucas let Y/n go to his room to isolate once more, as he gently walked to the book on the floor. He read the title to himself, as it seemed whatever higher being out there had answered his prayers, a way to finally bond with his brother. 

After Y/n had dropped that one volume accidentally, Lucas had become so fond of Tokyo Revengers. He had begged his parents to get an anime streaming service so he could watch it, and to also let Y/n watch it in hopes of watching it together. That hope was slowly crushed when Y/n found the account information and only isolated himself even further. Lucas tried plan B, begging for more volumes of Tokyo Revengers, and various other series, for his birthday and for other holidays and giving them to Y/n. Y/n would walk into his room and see a new volume on his desk with a note placed against it. 

Y/n always discarded the notes, thinking they were from the ghosts, and quickly read through the new volume he had his hands on. Lucas watched from the crack of the door, sadness weighing down on his chest. He was still very patient, knowing sooner or later Y/n would come up to him and talk about their similar interests. Lucas had kept up with the series, and tried to impress Y/n whenever he was around his older brother. Y/n never thought anything of it, only a boy younger than him ranting about his interests. 

Lucas tried so hard for two years trying to connect with Y/n over anime. There were times where Lucas had thought he made it through to his older brother, only to find out it was a brief moment of Y/n's good moods. Lucas had become so caught up in trying to get approval from his brother that it seeped into his other relationships with friends. 

Y/n's family issues didn't get any better either. His father had died a year ago, and it took so much from Y/n. He didn't feel connected to his father, but it was way more than his mom. Y/n cried the most he had ever had over a person that night, and it pained Lucas. His death was unknown to Y/n but his mom blamed him for it.

Y/n had to suffer a whole year of scowling looks from his mom, and Lucas had noticed the change. Lucas tried to find out why their mom was treating Y/n this way, but every time he asked, their mom just dismissed it. A year had passed since then and things had become more distant with Y/n and his family. The desires to be in his daydreams grew with every incontinence he faced. However now that he was 17, he could look forward to forging his own life.

Y/n almost being done with school and getting ready to move out and live on his own created so many good feelings within him. This time had been Y/n's happiest because of the hope of Y/n being alone and not having to worry about his parents. Mother was also very excited because she got to see somewhere new and Y/n was feeling better. The other ghosts had soaked up the excited energy, using this as a way to get their messages across better. The ghosts had started to move things around and write on papers left around the floor. 

It shocked Y/n that something as simple as his happiness caused such a reaction in the ghosts and shadows around him. To celebrate the good feelings, Y/n was gonna read in the park. All the ghosts, new and old, were ready to join him outside and see the bright sunny day. To Lucas, however, there was this dread that hovered over him.

He had this need to follow Y/n, knowing of his plans to read in the park, to keep him safe. Y/n and the shadows that surrounded him didn't notice Lucas' presence, Lucas following close behind. Once Y/n had reached the park, he took a seat on a soft patch of grass. Y/n had this content smile that amazed Lucas. Lucas had only ever seen Y/n look sad or numb. 

Y/n was rereading the first volume of Tokyo Revengers, kicking his feet as he got sucked into his daydreams. Lucas felt something painful settle in his heart. He felt so jealous that a book could make Y/n so happy, and all his attempts only ever made Y/n seem unhappy. Lucas had never felt this jealous, and he didn't understand why. He loved Tokyo Revengers too, so why was this hatred toward it?

Lucas didn't have much time to contemplate it as Y/n got up. Y/n didn't realize he had finished the book within an hour, and the day was still fresh. The warm sun beat down, letting Y/n bask in its warm glow. A soft smile graced Y/n’s lips as he turned his head to slightly gaze at the sun. Lucas was amazed at the scene in front of him, never had he seen his brother this content. 

Y/n started to walk slowly across the street, not really paying attention. Lucas wasn’t far too behind, the dreadful feeling still present in his mind. Lucas wasn’t sure, but something bad was going to happen. Y/n held the book he just finished, looking down as he admired the cover. His mind went to his daydreams, and slowed down the most in the middle of the road.

Y/n turned his head when he heard the sound of frantic honking. His eyes stayed dull as he saw a truck coming straight down the hill, seemingly not stopping. He turned fully to face the truck out of subconscious, and Lucas just froze, watching the truck go at inhuman speeds down the hill.  Lucas’ eyes watched Y/n, panic taking over his whole being. He didn’t know why Y/n turned to face the truck, but he wanted to push him out of the way. 

The truck was barreling toward Y/n, and Y/n just stood there. He didn’t think he should move, something kept him tethered there. The surrounding ghosts were worried, their human they loved so much was going to die. Y/n’s mind finally got sucked out of his daydreams and registered there was a truck coming for him. Instead of moving, he just smiled, finding this entire situation hilarious. 

“Seems truck-kun has finally come. It’s finally my turn!”

Y/n yelled out, but only himself could hear it. Lucas stared in disbelief, seeing Y/n’s attitude as he was about to get hit by a truck. For a brief moment, Lucas could hear the cries that were beyond the mortal plane. The truck came even closer to Y/n, now two feet away from him, and Y/n gripped the book tighter. In his mind, he hoped that the truck would hit him and that when he did, he would be transported to one of his many daydreams. 

Y/n's whole world force as he waited for the truck to him. He didn't see anything move around him. He didn't hear the ghosts' worries or the bystanders cries for help. People were panicking, trying their best to save the boy that stood in the middle of the road. Y/n turned in head slightly, seeing white all around him. There was a distant voice he heard, calling his name.

“Y/n!”

The truck had crashed, leaving the bystanders to look in horror. Many screamed, and some stood in disbelief. The Tokyo Revengers book fell from Y/n’s hand as it fell onto the road. The white pages turned red as a pool of blood surrounded it. Y/n’s body lay next to it, where his hand used to be seemed to be grabbing it. His last hope in life was that story, the daydreams that sprouted from the manga. 

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More about You | Yandere Tokyo Revengers x Male reader

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Description: Mentally Unstable Occult More about you: More about you | {You are here} Prologue: A Life Before Chapter 1: The Reality I've Been Searching for | TBW Chapter 2: You remind me so much of him | TBW Chapter 3: Blood Soaked Insanity | TBW

Name: y/n l/n

Birthday: y/b/d

Sexuality: Bisexual

Previou age: 17

Age: 15

Height: 5'7 

Appearance: H/L H/C hair, Shiny E/C eyes, S/T skin

Personality :Emotionally turned off, paranoid, anxious, mentally unstable, protective, violent, kind to those he deeply cares about, impulsive, apathetic, and funny

Other notes: Y/n can see ghosts from both his own world and the world he was reincarnated in. These ghosts keep Y/n safe and protects him from those who intend to hurt him, even if Y/n can fight those people physically. Y/n has a thing for fighting, and it brings a smile to his face when he feels the adrenaline kick in. Y/n has a younger brother names Lucas, and Lucas adores Y/n. Y/n has many exes due to trying to fill the empty hole in his heart, but none of them ever worked out and ended up leaving Y/n hurt even more. Y/n watches anime, kid shows, and listening to music as an escapism from his life and using those as a way to fantasize about the perfect life he will never have. Music keeps the ghosts that Y/n talks to from hurting others too much, but also lets them control those Y/n is fighting. Y/n fights to music as a way to ground himself, even though it may seem like it makes things worse. Y/n is a naturally violent fighter, so that is why there is blood shed every time, either from Y/n or the person he is fighting. 

Likes: Fighting, Music, Bluey, Studio Ghibli, Bojack Horseman the show, Anime, Tokyo Revengers, Crocs, Sweets, Isolating, knowing random ass facts, referencing stuff from his old world, and laying on the floor

Dislikes: Both his moms, his dad, his ex-boyfriend, sleeping, nighttime, silence, his brother, himself, feeling alone, the fact that he has to redo not only middle school, but high school too

Love interests:

Takemichi Hanagaki

Hinata Tachibana

Natoa Tachibana

Atsushi Sendo

Takuya Yamamoto

Sano Manjiro

Ken Ryuguji

Emma Sano

Nahoya Kawata (Smiley)

Souya Kawata (Angry)

Takashi Mitsuya

Shuji Hanma

Haruchiyo Sanzu

Rindou Haitani

Ran Haitani

Kazutora Hanemiya

Chifuyu Matsuno

Seishi Inui

Hajime Kokonoi

Izana Kurokawa

Kakucho Itto

Hakkai Shiba

Keisuke Baji

Wakasa Imaushi

Takeomi Akashi

Senju Akashi (Kawaragi)

Yuzuha Shiba

A/n: I may or may not have projected way to much on Y/n.. The stuff under the likes is very crucial to how Y/n see's the world and his coping. 

Picrew used

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please please please read theses warnings before reading this story!

Mentally Unstable Occult | Yandere Tokyo Revengers x Male reader

The description is down below. This is also on my Wattpad and Quotev! Enjoy!

Description: Mentally Unstable Occult | You are Here More about you: More about you Prologue: A Life Before Chapter 1: The Reality I've Been Searching for | TBW Chapter 2: You remind me so much of him | TBW Chapter 3: Blood Soaked Insanity | TBW

A boy born into a different world, still remembering his old life. The torment of it made him go insane. On top of that, he can see and talk to ghosts now? How in the hell was that possible? Nothing made sense to the boy, but it never did, really. Now he has to navigate this life, knowing the future outcomes of everything, but not being able to tell anyone. And having to deal with the multiple attachments he's acquired, both in his past life and his current one. And not only spiritual attachments.

Will this be any better than his previous life?

Warning: Music and art isn't mine, I do not own Tokyo Revengers but I do own this story. Other warnings: - Yandere Themes - Death - Murder - Gore - Abuse - Anxiety Attacks - Identity crisis - Semi Nsfw (It's very minimal) -Will add more if needed

Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!