This is some bullshit. Maybe I shouldn’t have spent all of my money on clothes.
Sighing internally, you walked back to your apartment, sulking quietly to yourself. You thought that it was a good idea to spend your week’s earnings in a new store that had opened just recently, not too far from where you lived. Not only that, but you had completely forgotten that your rent was due on Sunday. It was Friday night.
Opening your apartment door, you sat down with your house keys in the bowl next to the door, locking the door before placing your keys. Throwing your shoes aside, you made a beeline straight to your bedroom. Carelessly flinging your clothing into the blue hamper that was in the corner of the room. Grabbing your towel, you made it to the shower, the hot steaming water dropped onto your skin while at the same time, creating water droplets on the sides of the glass mirror. After drying off your skin, you made it back into your bedroom, in search of your pink PJs. Settling in them comfortably on your bed, you started to aimlessly scroll through your phone until your phone started to ring.
“Hey, are you up for a girl’s night out?”
Why not, maybe I’ll even get to wear something new that I bought. After agreeing, you grabbed a white spaghetti strapped body con dress with a pair of black heels. Taking a quick shower, you made sure to get all of the necessary areas, since you had taken one not too long ago. When your friends arrived, you hurriedly locked your apartment door, rushing to get into the car. Lights flashed from within the club, music was loud and could be heard from outside of the nightclub. Walking up to the bouncer, the three of you, Mia, Alaina and of course, you, showed your IDs to the man guarding the door. After receiving the slight nod, the three of you entered.
Two hours after being at the club, your friends were already drunk. Laughing obnoxiously, swaying from side to side, giggling at every little thing they could find. You, on the other hand, were still on your second martini, not really feeling the vibe in the club. For some reason, ever since you got to the club? you felt a pair of eyes watching your every move, made you feel uneasy during the entire night, quite upset that you couldn’t enjoy much of the club. Feeling someone’s presence next to you, you turned to face the very good-looking stranger? Oceanic blue eyes, red hair, and a smirk fill his features. Not bad looking at all.
“What’s someone like you doing around this type of place?”
Your eyebrow raised in curiosity at the question asked.
“ What do you mean, someone like me? Is it wrong to be out and have fun on a Friday?” His head shook violently at your response. “ No, no. That’s not what I meant. Sorry if it sounded that way. ” Rolling your eyes at him, you turned your body the other way, ignoring him and watching your friends have a blast on the dance floor. Soon enough, a band grabbed your wrist, pulling you to face the man from earlier. “Y'know you don’t just ignore people who are trying to have a conversation with you.” Struggling to pull your wrist away from him, the said man gripped onto your wrist even tighter, which you knew would’ve left a bruise.
“Y'know, it’s also no fun to see when a girl isn’t interested but the guy continues to bother her. Are you asking for a beating of some kind?” Bleached hair, vixen eyes, another definition of hot and yet so gentlemanly. White suit, black shoes, and gold wristwatch, has to be some important person; not aware of the sickening aura he gave off, you continued to look him up and down, unsure of what motive he had behind saving you. Seeing that the man who had been harassing you before had been replaced by your ‘savior’. Intrigued by such a figure, you turned on the stool that you were sitting on to face him and thank him for saving you. “You don’t have to thank me for saving you, it was common decency.”
Smiling at his statement, you introduced yourself which sparked a conversation between the two of you. A few stories and drinks later, you had been drunk, laughing your ass off at any silly thing Kokonoi said, gripping his shoulder as you tried to hold up from laughing. Truth to be told, he wasn’t saying anything silly, in fact, it was quite the contrary to what you thought it was. The man with the cat-like eyes squinted at you; you couldn’t hold your drinking well, being quite the lightweight. Asking the bartender for another drink, Kokonoi was about to say no, but a slimy sick voice within his head said otherwise.
‘Make it her last drink for the night before you take her home.’
Eyes stretched as far as they possibly could before Kokonoi agreed with you to get another drink. Giving the bartender a subtle nod as to what to do with the drink, seeing that you were more focused on the light and music than anything else. Drinking the alcoholic drink, without letting down gave Kokonoi a sense of excitement, thinking the drug would work faster, and to his luck it did. Seeing your blacked-out state, Kokonoi picked you up and headed to his car, placing you gently in the back seat. Driving to headquarters, peering back in the rear view mirror as your sleeping state smiling to himself as he was finally able to get you.
“ Come on Y/n. Don’t make this harder than it has to. be. ”
Terrified was one word to describe how Y/n felt. Earlier today, she had had finally escaped the hands of her captor and ex lover, Choso.
Her breathing was unsteady as she hid behind an old wardrobe in an abandoned house. Little scratches littered her entire body while sweat rolled of off her skin.
“ Baby, come out, please. I’m only doing this because I love you. ”
There it is again. Those sly words that Y/n always seem to fall for. Only to see and realize what they really meant earlier this week. The footsteps got closer as Y/n’s breathing became shallower.
When the footsteps stopped Y/n took it as a chance to run. Twisting and turning through the old mansion. When Y/n finally stopped, she met a dead end with a door on the left side. Hearing the heavy steps of Choso running after her, Y/n entered the room and quickly but quietly closed the door.
She ran to the closet and crawled into in. Making sure to put the boxes back in place, making it look like she wasn’t in there.
Choso walked in the room silently, eyes bouncing off of the walls, from left to right. His dark brown eyes glowed like a preadator hunting it’s prey.
This time it was Y/n and not Itadori. Y/n ran away because Choso thought it was okay to kill Itadori. Killing his own brother in cold blood without second thought.
They were so close to leaving completely but Choso kidnapped Itadori and Y/n. He made Y/n watch as he used an sledge hammer and smashed his head and every other part of his body until he was mangled like minced meat.
Shaken and bruised, Y/n ran as fast as she could to get away and get some sort of help. Her breathing became more rigid than before. She was tired but she couldn’t stop.
Trying to use her cursed technique was no use. Choso was smart, he extracted all of her cursed energy which rendered her useless and weak against him.
Finally Y/n collapsed on the floor. Running for multiple hours with barely any time to stop, did this to her. Spots of different sizes began to cover her eyesight making it blurry to see who was standing over her.
Choso picked up the unconscious girl and headed back to ‘their home’. On his way back, he thought about ways he could punish Y/n for running away. In all honesty, Choso hated to hurt Y/n but because of her disobedience and Itadori’s lies. Although, Itadori was dead and Y/n looked as if she was nearing it.
▕▏Time skip▕▏
It had been two hours since Y/n went unconscious. Choso was able to make it back before sunset. After giving his beloved dear a bath, he laid placed her in their bed and dressed her. After dressing her, he cuffed Y/n to the bed post.
Waking up in cold sweats, Y/n frantically looked around in search of Itadori. She wants to think that it is a nightmare and that none of it is real but for some reason she couldn’t push herself to do it.
Y/n silently cried as she remembered the screams coming from Itadori, the tears that ran down his face as he said his last words to Y/n.
▕▏Flashback started▕▏
“ Any last words, brother ? ” Malice and hatred dripped from Choso words. He felt hurt and disgusted by the fact that his brother, the one who said that he would always stand by his side, is here on his dying bed because he tried to help Y/n escape. Quite the foolish move.
Y/n cried silently as Itadori looked into her eyes with the onky eye he had left.
“ It’s gonna be okay. Just remember that I’m always with you. To infinity… … . ”
He wanted you to finish but you couldn’t. No matter how hard you tried, the words were stuck in your throat. You looked back at him one last time,
“ … . and beyond. ”
The smile that would light up every room was one that ou would miss. The last smile from him was seen by you. As the sledgehammer collided, Itadori’s head smashed on impact.
Choso full of anger and hate and pain smashed his brother until he was bits and pieces of skin, organs and flesh.
This finally broke Y/n, her screams for Itadori could be heard miles away, her tears flowing like a strong current in a river. She screamed until she couldn’t anymore.
▕▏Flashback ended▕▏
Tears flowed down Y/n’s face once again at the memory, her head heavy from all the running and hunger, she didn’t sense the body nearby.
Flinching away from the calloused fingertips of her so called 'boyfriend’ . Trying to scramble away from him, only to feel that she had been cuffed to the bed. Choso frowned at this and moved closer to her. Pulling her unto his lap even with all the struggling Y/n did, he still managed to place his chin on top of her head and hold her close to him.
Her crystal silenced after awhile. Leaving only mere whimpers to be heard. One thing Y/n heard before passing out once again was,
“ You can run and you can hide all you want but just remember, I’ll always find you. No matter what. ”
The sneaky glances, the soft grazes of skin as one passed the other. God, you had been quite oblivious to not seeing how Takeomi had been acting around you. Even your friends had seen but you simply waved them off like it was nothing.
“ Y/n, Takeomi has been eyeing you ever since we got here.”
“He’s not eyeing me, you just want me to feel weirded out.”
It was quite easy to see that Takeomi had some sort of feelings for you, but the fact that you were so blinded and naive made it easier for Takeomi to get away with anything. You believed anything that came out of his mouth. In fact, anything he said, you immediately obeyed. Of course, you would, your father did say that you could trust Takeomi, and so so you did with all your heart.
You didn’t question him when he held you tighter when hugging you, or when he gave you a small peck on the cheek or the forehead. You thought that he was just being the nice person that he was. The fact that you were so unaware of the things that he was doing, made his blood rush to his tip.
Night after night, he fisted himself to the thought of you, your dirty panties weren’t enough for him, he needed more. Late nights spent at your father’s house, drunken late nights, and laughter filled the house around 12 a.m. Once your father had passed out on the couch, he made his way upstairs, lightly stepping on the stairs, making sure not to alert you or your father.
Cautiously opening your bedroom, peeking inside to make sure that you were asleep. Once the coast was clear, he made his way over to where you were. Taking in the sight of you with barely anything but a t-shirt on and maybe underwear. Pulling the sheet off of you, Takeomi grazed his fingertips over the curve of your body, taking a mental picture to remember you. Kissing the insides of your thighs, kneading your flesh within his fingertips.
Moaning softly at how soft your skin had felt, once he was finished feeling up your thighs, he went back to your face, softly kissing your lips, taking in the soft and savory taste, gripping the back of your head. Thank God that you were a deep sleeper.
Don’t be surprised when you wake up with only a bra and underwear in his bed, with his arms tightly wrapped around you. You not understanding anything, laid back against his chest, snuggling closer to him.
“ Mikey… you and I can’t be together. Draken will. . he doesn’t want us together.”
Rejection. Something Manjiro Sano hated. Especially when it’s something that he really wants. He wished that you weren’t Draken’s sister, he wished that you had no relation to his best friend. Why did it have to be you, huh? Why couldn’t he have you?
“Ken-chin, I promise I won’t hurt her. Just let me-”
Draken’s raised hand stops fifteen-year-old Mikey from continuing his sentence. The slight gesture made the shorter boy pull back in anticipation awaiting the older brother’s blessing or a curse.
“ I can’t let you go near her anymore. I’m sorry.”
Mikey felt his entire world shattered into pieces with those few words, eyebrows creased, and hands. Mikey walked away, ignoring the desperate pleas of his best friend. He knew that he had to have you, one way or another.
“ Jiro, wake up.”
Raven-colored eyes fluttered open at the sound of your honey-like voice. Pulling himself up to scan his room, only to see that he was hallucinating once again. Rubbing the exhaustion out of his eyes, Mikey grabbed the photograph with the two of you, off the top of his drawers. Slowly brushing his fingertips across your smile before laying a kiss onto the picture and setting it aside once again.
10 years later
The same picture that had been on his drawer from the festival that it was taken had now been placed on his office table. Never forgetting to give the picture a kiss before heading out to work. The same calloused fingers that would brush the hair out of your face many years ago, were now blistered and bruised after landing blow after blow on a man who thought it was okay to hit on you.
“Stupid fucker. Think it’s okay to hurt my Y/n?!”
With every blow landed, another bone broke, another cry rang out but the same tar-filled eyes stayed vivid and insane. All the other Bonten members watched as their boss single-handedly break almost every part of the man’s body, to say that they were somewhat scared of the way Mikey acted but said nothing.
Wiping his hands clean of the blood, Mikey made his way over to his office, not sparing a second glance at the mess behind him. Dropping himself in his office chair, picking up the picture once again, lightly caressing the picture as he laid his head on the table.
‘Miss you, Y/n. Need you.’
The next few days at Bonten were filled with serious planning and determination to bring Y/n back to Mikey. Everyone was tasked with either the how, when, or where of obtaining you. Mikey watched from his office above, the people carrying on with their daily lives, unaware of who was above them.
“Sir, we have made a schedule about how Y/n’s week will go.”
Pushing himself up from the rails, he made his way over to Kakucho, skimming over the paper, Mikey nodded and told him to send it over to everyone else before they made the move.
**
“Have a nice day.”
Your mellow tone called out to the last customers that were leaving. Grabbing the cloth, walking over to the tables, wiping the excessive food and dirt that had been left on the tables after customers had left. Sweeping the floors as the sun began to go down, ignoring the bustling that happened in the streets.
Hearing the bell ring, you unconsciously answered whoever was there without looking up.
“ I am sorry but we are closed.”
“ The sign says that you are still open. I hope that I wasn’t interrupting anything, Y/n.”
The sweeping stopped abruptly, turning to the harsh voice, You scanned the men that were now in her shop. Stricken by the man that just called your name, you gently placed the wooden broom against the counter top before taking small, slow steps towards the men. Not taking your eyes off of them, you walked towards the man in the middle. A small smile etched onto his face.
“Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my shop?”
Rejected yet again. Did Draken instill in you to hate him so much that you forgot?
His smile faltered, now that you spoke. Once again, his pain turned into anger. Grabbing your wrists, pulling you flush against his chest. Pulling your head closer to him while stroking your hair, kissing your hair tenderly. A bit shaken by the sudden gesture, you tried to pull away but the iron hold that he had on you led to much expected failure.
“Draken may have kept you away from me but I always find a way to get what I want.”
Your eyes widen at the sound of your brother’s name, only to realize the one she was being held by. Whispering his name in fear, she held onto him, tightly, tears fleshing from her eyes.
“ I told you Y/n. I’ll have you whether you want me or not.”
