♥Warnings for Series: Drug use, Semi-Dark content, Guns, Gang related activities, murder, general warning for Bonten being Bonten.
♥ Timeline: Bonten
♥ OC summary: The 15 year old daughter of Hajime Kokonoi has a luxurious life, having never wanted for anything in her whole life. She seeks to be recognized by her father, and in doing so, becomes more involved in Bonten’s dark world.
♥ wc: 1.7k
♥ a.n: Chapter 2 is out! Somehow Kokonoi ended up with a second daughter, Hisui. She may eventually get her own story.
An absolute coward.
Himekawa hadn’t returned to school in days, and Nyoko had only gained popularity due to the viral video of her breaking his nose. Many girls approached her, showering her with praise. Deservedly so, but she grew bored with the constant chattering. It might be better if he had beenthere, to hear all the ridicule.
The bell tinkled, announcing her arrival. Motor oil and rusty metal hung in the air, burning her nose with each breath. Honestly, being inside the bike shop made her skin crawl with dirtiness. Nyoko brushed her manicured fingers through her raven hair, frowning as she moved forward.
“Well, if it ain’t the Princess herself. That violent side of yours is gonna land you in trouble.”
Her crimson eyes narrowed at the other owner of the bike shop. She never liked Draken, only tolerating his presence to visit her father’s best friend. Even though their lives had taken different paths, Nyoko admired that they had remained friends.
“I do not have a violent side.” She turned her head away as if he weren’t even worth her gaze. If he couldn’t have more tact, then she certainly wasn’t going to waste any time on him.
But as she passed to go to the back garage, his call only made her angrier.
“A scowl ruins a pretty face, princess."
Nyoko bit her tongue, choosing to move on instead of responding. He’d probably twist her words to suit him anyways. It was warm in the shop, making her feel sticky. She found Inui sitting on the floor, tinkering with a bike. "Hisui sent me to pick up her game.”
The things she did as a big sister. Her hermit baby sister, Hisui, never left the penthouse unless she had to. She went to school online, even. Not a social bone in her body. This bike shop, however, she came to from time to time. Inui had a calming presence, and next door was the gaming shop that Hisui frequented.
But since Hisui was sick, she’d requested for Nyoko to pick up the latest game she’d purchased.
“It’s on the table.” Inui nodded his head toward the small table with an ashtray of half smoked cigarettes and scattered beer bottles. It looked like they’d just had some visitors before she came.
But he wasn’t about to let her go without saying anything.
“You aren’t a part of Bonten.”
Nyoko tucked the game into her school bag but straightened at his words. Of course, she knewthat. At least, she wasn’t a part yet. “I’m aware. Why is everyone so concerned about me defending myself from a boy who tried to assault me?” He had put his hands on her.
Inui tightened a bolt before setting the wrench down with a clang. “You’re pushing too much. Someone is going to take you as a threat, and as much as you think that you’re safe being Koko’s daughter, you’re making yourself a target.” His friend had voiced his concern for Nyoko more than once. A few self-defense moves were not going to help her in an actual fight.
She was much too stubborn to listen to him.
“I’m not as weak as everyone seems to believe.”
That is not what he said… Inui sighed, giving up on his poor attempt to get through to her. She was far too strong headed. “Just be careful. I don’t want to see you get hurt."
Nyoko promised that she would be, because she was always careful. It was the fact that she was cockier than she was careful that tended to put her in unsavory situations.
On her way home, she stopped for a cup of coffee to revive her energy. All these opinions were draining her.
It wasn’t until she moved away from the stand that she caught a glimpse of someone in the alley. Of all fucking people… Nyoko let out a haughty breath. He had some nerve.
"Skulking in the shadows like a common criminal, too scared to show your face at school. It would be truly hard to make you any more pathetic.”
Himekawa shrugged his shoulders, taking a step further back into the alley. “I’m hurt that you’d take such pleasure from hurting me, but I’m willing to forgive you. That’s how deep my affection is for you, Nyoko.”
He could hit all the buttons that made her angry. Nyoko fell right into his trap, forgetting a very important lesson that her father had taught her.
Never forget your surroundings.
If she had been paying a little attention. She’d have seen the man looming nearby. She’d have noticed that he didn’t match the rest of the scenery. Hat covering his eyes, gaze down. Hiding his identity.
The man slipped up behind her, grabbing her arm tightly and pressing the barrel of his gun to the middle of her back. “Scream and I shoot.”
The grin on Himekawa’s face made her nauseous. But she wouldn’t show it on her features. Forced down the alleyway, far enough away that anyone on the street wouldn’t notice their presence.
“Don’t be afraid. I would never let him kill you. And this should prove that I do have a significant amount of money to hire muscle. He’s the best hitman in the country.” Himekawa was incredibly proud of himself, boasting without restraint.
His wording left her with the impression that he would let the man shoot her. Somewhere not fatal. And she should choose her next words wisely.
But.
Did she just laugh out loud?
Oops.
“I’m sorry, did you just say the best?” Her sides hurt from how much laughter she couldn’t contain. He truly was a lowlife idiot. Nyoko tilted her head, swallowing down the rest of her giggles. “If he was anywhere close to the top, he wouldn’t have a gun pressed into myback.”
“And he was stupid enough to still show up?” Himekawa was only partially right. He didn’t have resources to dig up the information that her father was an executive in Bonten. If he did, then he’d be holding that information over her. Threatening to cause problems.
In which, he’d likely end up dead.
Nyoko glanced back at the hitman, wanting to get a decent look at his face. She let out a yelp when his fingers entangled in her hair, keeping her head forward.
“I’m sorry he hurt you.” Himekawa stepped close, caressing her cheek. Even with her palm slamming against his chest, he managed to dip down and press his lips against hers.
He tasted like stale beer and poor people. Disgusting. She couldn’t turn her head or pull away. Nyoko bit down hard on his bottom lip, drawing blood and making Himekawa reel back. She spit out the blood, not wanting to ingest his nasty germs.
“You-” He stopped short of name calling. Shaking his head, he waved his hand at the hitman. “I’m sorry for this, but I’ll simply have to teach you a lesson. Do it.”
Hitting the brick wall knocked the air out of her. She surely had some scrapes on her pretty, smooth skin. The grit of pavement dug into her knees as she struggled to catch her breath. This worm had the audacity to harm her perfect body.
“That is no way to treat our princess.”
Nyoko looked up to see Sanzu throw his arm around the hitman’s shoulder like they were old buddies. He gave her a little wink, to reassure her that he would protect her.
“Now,someone has to pay for this. It’s only fair.” Sanzu grinned, the silencer on his gun resting against the man’s temple. It was terrifying how easily he’d slipped into the group without being noticed, and completely taking control.
And then his body slumped, and Sanzu let the corpse crumple to the floor. He scratched his head with his gun, turning his attention to the teenager trembling with shock. “You must be the little prick who thinks he’s good enough for our Nyoko.”
Her nose crinkled at a rancid smell as she stood. Nyoko brushed the debris from her knees and looked to Himekawa.
The boy had pissed himself out of fear.
“Disgusting worm.”
Sanzu let out a dramatic sigh. “Boss said not to kill ya, so scram kid. Before I decide to break a few bones.” He wanted to torture the boy who dared harm his Nyoko. But he had his orders. The kid’s family had something that Mikey wanted.
It wasn’t until he escorted her to the car that Nyoko even registered what had really happened. Sitting on the seat, she watched Sanzu wrap her knees with careful movements. “How did you know where I was?”
“I can sense when you need me, my princess.”
Bullshit. Nyoko chewed on her lip until the only explanation came to mind. Her fist hit his shoulder with a soft punch. “You were following me?”
He laughed softly, caught. “He was worried about you, and he ordered me to keep an eye on you.”
“You didn’t have to listen!” She hit him a second time. There was no force behind it. “Haru you’re the second in command!” A higher rank in the organization. The highest rank outside of Mikey.
“Not when it comes to you! I had no choice. I was forced.” Sanzu hugged her legs, resting his cheek against her knees. He didn’t like when she was angry with him. “But you have to admit, you were in a bad situation. I couldn’t stand by and watch him hurt you.”
His blood boiled just thinking about what their intentions were. Kokonoi would have killed him if she’d been beaten or shot. He stepped in because he loved her. “Please forgive me.”
Nyoko sighed. “I guess I should be angry with my father, not you.” She patted his head. “I forgive you, Haru. And thank you for helping me.”
“Your palace awaits! I think you deserve a nice bubble bath and some champagne. I’ll make sure your wounds are properly wrapped after too-” He was a complete softie for her. She was basically Bonten’s daughter, belonging to everyone. He’d been there for her first steps and was the first name she said after daddy.
“No.”
Sanzu had nearly shut the door when she spoke. “No?”
“Take me to the office. I want to see daddy.” She needed him to explain why he’d sent Sanzu after her. It was frustrating and there would be no relaxing until she gets to say her piece.
The entire drive to the office was in complete silence, and Sanzu decided to skip his afternoon duties to avoid the wrath of the princess.
— note. i havent been writing these days so its very rusty :(( i just really wanted to post this short thing i’ve had in my head dince last night
“you slapped me with a baton twelve years ago. don’t you remember?” sanzu palms the back of his head with a frown, one finger pointing at the odler haitani accusingly. ran merely rolls his eyes, the corner of his lips turning up to form a proud smirk that revealed his pearly whites.
“that i did, yes.” somewhere in the back, one could hear the muffled voice of his younger brother, trying his best to hide his laughter behind a pillow at sanzu’s poor choice of words. slapped, he wheezed, almost choking in the process
sanzu frowns, rubbing the back of his skull in a soothing motion as if he could still feel the imapct of his baton on his head. “you were rude,” he huffs, crossing his arms childishly before looking away. his actions earned a snicker from the older haitani who had no intention of ever apologising.
“you’re not one to talk, sanzu. you hit me with a metal pipe. that’s ten times more worse than ran’s plastic baton.” kakucho sends the pink-haired executive a glare, pointing at the spot where he was hit. “that one was different!” sanzu exclaims, sweat building up his forehead when he feels the burning glares of kakucho drilling holes on his form. kakucho folded his arms as he leans further into the couch, “how so?”
sanzu does not hesitate, “i did it out of love!”
“love! he did it out of love!” rindou breaks down laughing wildly, slapping his knee harshly at his friend’s proud answer. his older brother follows soon after, holding on to the wall for support as he holds his stomach with one hand.
kokonoi, who had been watching silently from afar along with takeomi, merely shook his head and walked away. i don’t know them, he thought. he was hit with a realizion that, without him, bonten wouldn’t last a day with these fools running the organisation.
“love? while yelling ’die, kakucho!’ like a madman?” kakucho raised na eyebrow at sanzu who only puffed his chest as if he was being wrongly accused for something. his fingers began drumming on the skin of his arm, rpetending to be losing patience when in reality, he was amused.
“have you not heard of the phrase kill them with love?”
rindou wiped a stray tear off of his cheek, “it’s kindness. kill them with kindness, sanzu.”
the pinknette waved his hand, “same thing. the point is!” he drmatically pauses, staring straight at kakucho’s eyes with a blank expression, making kakucho shiver at the duality. “my metal pipe is made out of love, kaku.”
tbh , the cliff hanger for episode 24 was a great idea for anime watchers only , cause then they’ll be thinking “what’s gonna happen next?” and questions like those . great ending ! can’t wait for the black dragons arc to get animated .
Being a tease is something you were always good at, no matter the time, place, or who you were teasing.
It was entertaining for you.
You and your lover Sanzu we’re currently in the middle of a meeting with your gang, Bonten.
The meetings aren’t that long, however you didn’t really serve a purpose of being there. You always end up getting bored.
This time around, you wanted to make it interesting.
You wore a really fitted red satin dress which complimented your skin tone. Matched with the same color of red heels and silver jewelry.
You were truly gorgeous…no sexy as you would (and should) call it.
You knew how short the dress was, and so did Sanzu. However, he wants you to wear what you want to wear and not be controlling.
The other members knew how good you looked as well, some of them whistling when you walked in.
Others would eye you up and down.
Sanzu doesn’t ever let it get to him…at least he doesn’t in front of others.
One thing he did say though, is not to misbehave.
He warned you, yet here you are now, teasing with him sitting right across from you at the table.
There were snacks and wine on the table that you all were eating and drinking.
Occasionally, you would purposely spill some wine, it falling down your chest.
You would also mouth naughty words to him with no one else looking, putting your hands on the side of your face.
You could tell it was starting to bother him with the way he was moving his legs.
He kept shifting his position, crossing then un-crossing his legs. You were enjoying the sight in front of you.
You knew though, that after this he would surely punish you…and you couldn’t wait.
You decide to push him over the edge doing a final stunt.
With how close you guys are from across each other, you’re able to reach your foot and place it on his groin. He flinched and glared at you, giving you a look of “you better stop now.”
You just grinned, elbows on the table with your chin rested on your hands.
Finally, the meeting was over. As you were about to walk out the door, Sanzu grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you into his office.
He locked the door, and pinned you against the wall.
”Now darling, what did I say before we left the house.” He said, whispering in your ear.
”I don’t know, I forgot.” You lied. You wanted to make him mad so he could just pound into you.
”You forgot?” He said, choking you. You grinned at the pressure. He chuckled.
He pulls you over to his desk, making you bend over it. While slowly pulling your dress down, you wriggle your hips a bit.
“Stop acting needy, you’ll get what you want when you behave.” He said, slapping your ass. You moaned at the sudden sharp pain.
”Sanzu fuck me please-“ He slaps your ass again and this time, pulls your hair far back enough to where you make eye contact.
“Stop being a needy whore and learn how to wait. You’re so impatient.” He said, releasing your hair.
You whimper, wanting him to do something already. As if almost on command, he turns you over and puts two fingers inside you.
You moan softly, wanting more.
“Sanzu, I need more…please-“
“Shut it slut. I’ll give you more when I feel like it.” He says, slowly quickening his pace. Your moans get louder and you feel yourself reaching your high, until he pulls his fingers out.
You whimpered and pleaded to him, hearing him laugh at how pathetic you looked.
”Who said you could cum yet hm?” He said, grabbing your chin to look up at him.
You’re panting heavily, barely able to answer him. You still decide to use whatever air left and be a smartass.
”I don’t know…maybe one of the other members.” You said, grinning to yourself, knowing the rope you just snapped.
And just like that, Sanzu pulls you by your hair and makes you get on your knees in front of him.
He slaps your face, not too hard, but hard enough to the point you feel the stinging sensation on your cheek. You moan from the pain, wanting more.
”So I guess since you wanna act like a bitch, I’ll treat you like one.” He unzips his pants, taking out his dick, it being fully hard.
Without warning, he shoves it in your mouth, face fucking you.
And you loved every last bit of it.
”Come on you can take this yeah? You were acting so naughty earlier so I know that you can handle this.” He said, laughing.
You know he’s about to cum from his pace getting faster and his breathing rate.
”When I cum…don’t you dare spit it out. You take it like a good little slut you are.”
And with that, he releases inside your mouth, slowly pulling his dick out.
”Open.” You show him.
He smiles, and you know he wants you to swallow now, which you did.
“Now, I’m gonna fuck some sense into you, and I don’t wanna hear any whining from you.” He says while spreading your legs.
“And if you cum without my permission, you’re not getting any dick tonight or tomorrow.” He said, suddenly shoving himself inside you.
You moaned loudly from the sudden thrust. He fucks you rough and covers your mouth with one of his hands.
“Geez…you must want the others to hear us huh? Do you wanna be caught with you getting pounded…over and over again?” He says, leaning into your ear.
You couldn’t answer him at this point, you were too fucked out, and he knew it. He laughed sadistically, pounding into you even faster.
”That’s right, you fucking take it.”
You moaned uncontrollably into his mouth, tears forming in your eyes.
“Don’t you dare fucking cum.” He said, choking you now with his other hand.
You waited and waited for him to let you release over him.
”Beg. Beg like the slut you are.”
You tried getting your words together, while also trying to maintain a steady breathing rate.
”Sanzu…please…cum.”
”I said beg, beg for me darling.” He quickened his pace even more.
”Sanzu please let me cum…please I’m sorry!”
”Sorry for what hm? Tell me how much of a naughty whore you’ve been.” He said, laughing.
”I’m sorry for…teasing you during the meeting. I won’t do it again so can I cum please Sanzu…”
He leans into your ear.
”Cum, now.” And with that single command, you released over him, panting.
He pulls out and wipes the sweat from your face with a handkerchief. You look up at him and kiss him, with him kissing you back.
