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Re: Tokyo Revengers [COMPLETED]

Bonten is formed. They're not Japan's worst criminal organization yet, but they're climbing to the top quick. Bonten's number two in command, Haruchiyo Sanzu, is set on bringing them to the top by any means necessary. However, his world is rocked once he meets you. Can he really split himself in half and be a better man for you? Can he give someone else all of his humanity and remain ruthless? Can he conquer his anxieties and doubts? Or will he ruin you in the process?

God_Child · Anime & Comics
Not enough ratings
35 Chs

Party Hard!!

Y/n could feel her friend's heart beating through her chest, the blood pumping was practically vibrating Senju's core. Welp, there is only one viable choice here....take the blame. "Senju, I got this." Y/n whispered to her friend before she made her way over to a very angry Takeomi. I'm screwed, we're screwed, this is screwed, he never shows his emotions. The guy is a statue 99% of the time. But FUCK he looks so angry.

These thoughts raced through her mind, but Y/n wouldn't let it show. A vixen smile on her lips, chin upholding her head high, and focusing each step to match the beat of the music playing through the building hid the feelings of dread washing over her. She did not bother going up the second-tier section stairs and opted instead to climbing the metal railing dividing the first and second sections. Both feet planted on the floor of the second tier, she swung her top half, folding at the hips, over the railing. She took up Akashi's entire field of vision and let out a sweet, "Hi Omi, fancy seeing you here huh?"

What happened next was quick and filled Sanzu with enough rage that he went to grab the gun he had hidden behind his back. It was tucked into his pants and covered by his white button up. Rindou had noticed Sanzu's quick reaction, and in his peripheral saw the second in command fixing his shirt around his gun. Haruchiyo had to hold himself back. Not the right time to do that, gotta see how this plays out. This is exactly how I expected him to act.

In an instant Takeomi had a tight grip on Y/n's hair, everything gathered behind her ear and the back of her neck. With force he teetered her over the railing, and she fell onto the second-tier floor. Still holding on Akashi pulled her face in towards him but gave her time to recollect herself. She was on her feet, knees bent kneeling in front of him.

"Wow Omi, keep manhandling me like that and I might just fall in love."

Her smirk left him conflicted. He let go of strong hold he had on her hair only to replace it with her face. Akashi grabbed under her chin, squeezing her cheeks rough, like venom he said "You really fucking had me fooled you know that. You're good. This entire time I thought you were a good influence on my sister." Through pinched cheeks you really couldn't help yourself, "and whose fault is that Omi?"

Sanzu could hear Rindou chuckle next to him, but it sounded far away. He had tunnel vision; his entire focus was her. Her mannerisms, her voice, her body and face, everything. I want to touch her like that. He also wanted to cut off Omi's hand at the wrist for grabbing at her that way. If he doesn't lay off I'm stepping in. Might be nice to be a hero.

But Akashi let go. Y/n straightened herself up. She didn't realize she was stationed at the front of a booth filled with Bonten executives. She figured whatever the older Akashi sibling did for a living was shady, but she never inquired about it.

"Alright so we got caught...you want me to bring Senju home?"

"Show me the IDs, the ones you got in with." The advisor completely avoiding the question. Y/n extended her arm, with a quick wrist snap like a magic trick she produced her fake ID. Takeomi snatched it quickly and looked it over front and back tentatively. No wonder they got in so easily, these things are legit, exact replicas to the real thing. "Who gave them to you?" Y/n had been half paying attention; she felt the eyes of the men at the table so despite looking at Omi she had to fight the urge to get a good look at his company.

"Huh? No one." Akashi huffed, "Do NOT bullshit me right now Y/n. Who sold these to you?" Y/n snatched her card back from him. "No. One. They came from me; I made them." Now it was Omi's turn to let out a half confused, "huh?"

Y/n rolled her eyes and spoke slowly, "I make them. I make fake IDs and whenever someone in my grade turns eighteen I then sell them their own fake ID." Turning her upper body toward the dancefloor she continued, "I would say that about a fourth of the people here tonight go to school with me." She took the opportunity to turn her attention to the men at the table. Eyes quickly scanning each handsome face, she almost lost her train of thought when she landed on piercing blue eyes. Snap out of it y/n, its your turn to embarrass Takeomi now.

"Better be careful with who you flirt with tonight boys, might just be a schoolgirl" pivoting her body once more toward Bonten's advisor, "but that's one of your kinks isn't it Omi?" Akashi was quick to look up from the cigarette pack he had in his hands, scrunching his face, eyebrows raised, a look of distaste, "Fuck you talking about Y/n?" With a smug expression, she placed both forearms on the glass table bending by the hips and started playing with Takeomi's glass of whiskey. The dim lighting made her seem more ominous than playful. "I suggest the next time you let me and Senju borrow your laptop you remember to close out your internet browser."

She flashed a cheeky grin as she tilted her head in her target's direction. Panic set in, a chill ran up his spin, he wasn't entirely sure what she was about to say but he had a general idea. She took a generous sip of his whiskey and continued, "Now let's see the first tab open was 'Schoolgirl gets railed by best friend's brother'" The other men at were wide eyed; they most definitely were not expecting that. Koko had to cough to stop himself from cackling. Ran knew that if he even attempted to look at his brother, he would lose it. Kakucho couldn't believe any of this was happening. The rage that Sanzu had felt towards Takeomi earlier was creeping back up his spine accompanied by restless disgust. He could already sense the direction this was heading in.

Y/n stood up straight eyes never leaving Akashi's purple hued ones. Still handling his glass, she conveyed coyness "now what was the other tab? Hmm I gotta think here" she tapped her chin with the glass pretending like she was doing just that, "oh yeah" she exclaimed and finished the glass in a quick shot, slamming both hands down on the table's surface. Looking delighted she said, "The other tab was my Instagram page right?"

Akashi snapped the cigarette he was holding between his fingers. She swiveled on her heels and began to head back to the girls' section. The low growl of her name stopped her from descending the stairs to the lower tier. Only moving her neck, she turned her head in the direction of the voice. "You go down there now...you get Senju and the rest of your friends and you come back here....Y/N!" she had already started walking away before Akashi could finish his sentence. She cut him off with a lazy wave over her head, "Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever you say Omi."