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youatemylollipop · 6 months ago

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A/N: This is a small drabble of Izana’s and the reader’s relationship in the future, based on my other fanfic “Ensnared by the Orchid’s Gaze”, that I’ve been requested to write by a user on ao3. Hope you guys enjoy!😊

Synopsis: You and Izana share a tender moment on your balcony under the starlit sky.

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers:

Characters: Kurokawa Izana X Reader

Word Count: 1.6K

Standing on the balcony at night, the young man is enveloped in a serene darkness punctuated by the soft glow of countless stars. The sky stretches like an endless black canvas, dotted with shimmering points of light, each star twinkling with its own subtle hue. The Milky Way appears as a faint, luminous ribbon, adding a sense of depth and mystery to the celestial expanse.

The air is cool and crisp, carrying the faint, earthy scent of the surrounding landscape. Below, the silhouette of trees and distant hills merge with the shadows, their forms barely distinguishable in the dim light. The gentle rustling of leaves and the occasional chirp of a night creature add to the peaceful ambiance.

“Zana…” You whispered softly, voice slightly muffled by the night breeze as you stood near the glass door that led to the balcony.

The young man turns his gaze from the sky towards you, his demeanor calm and composed. A flicker of curiosity passes through his orchid eyes as he regards you with a slight tilt of his head. The cool night air brushes past you, carrying with it the soft scent of the stars and the surrounding trees. His expression remains unreadable, yet his eyes hold a quiet intensity, as if he were waiting for you to speak.

You purse your lips, fingers fiddling idly with the small, golden piece of jewelry encircling your thin ring finger. [E/c] eyes flicker to meet his flowery ones as you find yourself engrossed in them—like always.

“It’s getting cold, Zana.”

As you spoke his nickname, his lips curled into a slight smirk, his orchid eyes locking with your own [e/c] ones. He regarded you with a hint of amusement, noting the way your fingers played with the golden ring.

"Cold?" He let out a soft chuckle, his breath visible in the cool air.

"Are you shivering? If you're that cold, feel free to come closer." He replied, his voice carrying a touch of teasing in it. You huff, bemused by his uncharacteristic playfulness. He’s been quiet lately, more so than usual.

The weather is calm, but the crisp autumn air isn’t much to your liking. Despite it all, your feet quietly carry you to where he stands, in search of some warmth.

As you approached him, the young man's gaze remained fixed on you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He observed as you drew closer, his orchid eyes gleaming in the soft light of the stars above.

“Is that what you came here for, my dear?” He teased, his words laced with mild amusement. He held out his hand, a gesture inviting you to stand beside him, the cool night air gently tousling his black blond hair.

As you leaned against his side, his arm instinctively found its way around your shoulders, a gentle warmth emanating from his touch. His orchid eyes stayed fixed on the sky, but his gaze occasionally drifted to your profile, appreciating the way the moonlight illuminated your features.

"Can't handle a little chill?" He inquired teasingly, a hint of playfulness coloring his voice.

You snorted, “You provide me enough chill on a daily basis, Zana.”

His smirk widened slightly, his orchid eyes twinkling with mild amusement. He playfully scoffed at your comment, his arm still resting around your shoulders.

"I'm flattered that you're equating my presence to the cold." He let out another soft chuckle, shaking his head in amusement.

"You're not incorrect, though. I've heard that cold and distant are my defining qualities."

“Whatever you say, Zana,” you answer with a teasing lilt to your voice. His smirk widened further at your playful tone, his orchid eyes gleaming.

"Ah, my one true weakness, your taunts," he replied, his words dripping with sarcasm. His arm remained around your shoulders, his touch still providing a subtle warmth through the cool night air. His gaze shifted back toward the stars above, his demeanor returning to its usual composed state.

"I imagine you find great enjoyment in pushing my buttons, don't you?" You let out a chorus of light giggles as you nuzzled up to him.

As you nuzzled against him, his orchid eyes watched your amused expression. He couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, his expression softening.

"Laughter suits you," he admitted, a hint of affection seeping into his voice. The cold night air carried a trace of fondness in its embrace, and for a brief moment his demeanor was lighter than usual. He leaned into you, his body heat mingling with yours.

“Do you know what suits you?” You ask with a mischievous glint in your eyes. His smirk returned, his orchid eyes gleaming with intrigue at your question.

"Oh?" he inquired with a raised eyebrow.

“I must admit, I'm rather curious as to where this is going." A subtle sense of anticipation tinged his demeanor, his gaze fixated on you, waiting for your answer.

“I think you’re the prettiest when I pamper you with kisses,” you leaned in closer. Your lips, adorned with a soft, rosy lipstick, left delicate imprints on his skin as you kissed him all over his face.

Each kiss was a tender mark of affection, the lipstick transferring a gentle blush to his cheeks, creating a pattern of your love. Your giggles intertwined with his laughter, adding a playful melody to your intimate moment.

As your lips traced kisses along his skin, leaving behind a trail of faint pink imprints, he couldn't help but let out a chuckle. The sight of the rosy lipstick staining his cheeks sent a mix of amusement and affection through him, an unfamiliar warmth spreading through his chest. He playfully tried to evade your kisses, but his laughter betrayed any attempt at feigned annoyance.

"Look at the mischief you've gotten me into," he said, a hint of mock resignation in his voice.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it, Zana,” came the words mixed with light laughter as you continued to pamper him with kisses.

"Ah, but I don't!" He protested, feigning indignance, though the laughter that escaped his lips betrayed his true feelings.

The subtle tinge of blush on his cheeks deepened as your kisses continued, the warmth and affection he typically kept hidden shining through. Though he played along with his usual banter, the gleam in his orchid eyes made it clear that he appreciated the affection.

"You've managed to make me look like a blushing mess, you menace," he said, a mock scowl on his face.

“You’re the menace. Ask Kakuchō.” A dangerous smile crossed his lips at your comment, and the mention of Kakuchō only intensified it.

"Ah, Kakuchō," he mused, his orchid eyes gleaming mischievously.

"He'd probably agree with you. I suppose I do have a reputation for being quite the menace," he tilted his head slightly, a playful light dancing in his gaze.

"But can you truly blame me when I have a maniac like you constantly by my side?”

The remark was said in jest, but there was a hint of fondness in his tone as he regarded you with a half-smile. His orchid eyes held a softness to them, a rare display of vulnerability that only you would have the privilege to see. Despite his teasing, he truly appreciated your presence in his life; you were the one person who could tear down his walls and make him feel alive.

“I don’t want to hear that from you,” you huffed out.

"Now now, darling, no need to get defensive," he replied, the hint of amusement in his tone returning. However, his words belied an underlying sincerity, his orchid eyes betraying the depth of his feelings.

"It may surprise you, but I'm quite fond of your insane tendencies, my love," he said, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"They keep things... interesting." You snorted, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips.

“I don’t doubt it.” A soft chuckle escaped his lips at your response.

"Ah, there's the attitude I've come to adore." His orchid eyes watched you intently, a hint of playful mischief in their depths.

"You know, I wouldn't trade this insanity for anything. It's what makes our marriage so uniquely... thrilling." Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the sincerity and affection behind them washing over you like a warm embrace. You couldn't help but smile, a slight blush creeping onto your cheeks.

"Well, aren't you sappy," you teased, attempting to mask the sudden rush of emotions that his confession had stirred within you. Despite your attempt to downplay your emotions, his perceptive orchid eyes caught the blush that tinged your cheeks. He let out a low chuckle, the warmth in his expression evident as he leaned closer, murmuring softly,

"Ah, my sarcastic darling, feigning nonchalance won't save you now. I see right through that tough facade." A teasing smile tugged at his lips as he gently brushed a loose strand of hair from your face.

“I love you, Zana,” you whispered softly, leaning into his touch with a soft sigh of contentment.

At your affectionate whisper, a look of contentment washed over his features, the teasing smirk replaced by a small smile that was genuine and affection-filled. His orchid eyes held a warm gleam, their intensity softening into a gentle adoration.

His fingers, which had been gently brushing the stray strand of hair away, now tangled in your hair, pulling you into his arms for a tender embrace.

"And I love you," he whispered back, his voice barely above a breath, as he held you close.

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tojisbbg · 2 years ago

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𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙

❝and i am the idiot with the painted face, in the corner, taking up space.❞

♡ izana kurokawa ♡

pt. 1, pt. 2

a/n: please read the previous chapter for better context! reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated <3 talk to me! lmk in the comments or in my dms your thoughts :)

content: royal! au, prince izana x princess y/n (reader), arranged marriage, shitty/toxic parenting, angst, cheating, izana’s a jerk, swearing/cursing, maybe smut (?), strangers to enemies to lovers, not checked for grammatical errors.

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the long dreaded weekend finally arrived, a rainy saturday evening embraced the kingdom. you were sitting at your vanity in a robe, staring at yourself in the mirror as you tried to familiarize yourself with this new sight.

you cut your hair.

well, you didn’t do it, but the decision was impulsive. your once long hair that reached below your ass would always be in a bun or braid. now, it was shoulder-length with subtle wispy bangs to complete it. you smiled at yourself, feeling like the prettiest woman, as you finally had the freedom to do what you wanted.

your mother never let you cut your hair, nagging at you about how men loved women with long and luscious hair. you hated it, absolutely despised it truly. your hair would always get in the way of tasks, tangled and was a nuisance to wash.

not to mention your head felt like there was a boulder on it. but now, you felt lighter and a little dainty, too.

you picked out a lavender colored dress to wear for the dinner, slipping it on as your hands reached for your back to zip it up. you struggled for a few seconds, huffing in frustration as you clicked your tongue.

you opened your door a little, poking your mouth out as you yelled for one of the maid’s to come upstairs. your eyes suddenly fell upon the figure exiting in the far distanced corner, walking towards your room. as izana came closer, you got a good look of his fit.

it was simple, a casual white silk button-up and black slacks. yet, he looked so handsome.

“you ready?” izana calmly asked, approaching your door as you inched back, slightly closing your door more.

“almost, i just need help with something. give me a few minutes and i’ll be out.” you replied, the tension between you both still a little off from the previous events from earlier this week.

“move, i’ll help you.” he suddenly blurted out, catching you by surprise as you didn’t have the time to react when he opened your door, inviting himself in.

“what do you need help with?” izana asked, eyes locking with yours as his hands were shoved in his pockets. for some reason, your words were stuck in your throat, not knowing he suddenly made you feel so nervous.

“my zipper.” you meekly responded, making him hum in response. he placed his hand on the small of your back, pushing you towards the huge mirror on your vanity as you both now stood in front of it, with him behind you.

izana’s finger’s momentarily grazed the soft skin of your back, sending off goosebumps all over your body. your heart began to beat faster, the proximity to him allowing you to get a whiff of his scent, playing games with your mind.

“you cut your hair?” izana asked, but his words came out like a whisper, his warm breath fanning over your ears.

“yeah. why?” you asked, afraid that he’d make some snarky comments about how you look ugly as traditionally, women weren’t allowed to have short hair.

“no reason, it suits you.” he complimented, making your heart jump from the sudden kindness coming from him.

he slowly began to pull the zipper up, a hand on the side of your hips as you tried your best not to think much. you looked forward in the mirror, only to find his lilac eyes staring at you. you both locked eyes, unable to pull away. you could feel his hard chest against your back and it made you shudder.

why did you feel so hot all of a sudden? was he always this attractive? of course, izana’s a king after all, yet; just something about him made your knees weak.

“lord kurokawa! the car is ready for you and your highness.” the butler called out, breaking you both from the weird trance.

izana pulled the zipper all the way to the top, clearing his throat as you quickly mumbled an awkward ‘thank you’ to him before he left. you sat down on the small stool, trying to distract yourself from what just happened a few seconds ago by doing your makeup.

with a few final touches, you headed outside where the car was waiting for you as izana sat in the back next to the empty spot reserved for you. as per usual, the ride was silent as you played with the ribbon tied around the fruit basket in your lap, as you both were taking to your parent's house as a gift.

as the driver parked the car, you saw your parents standing outside with a wide smile, making you roll your eyes. izana got out of the car, going over to your side as you were startled when your door got pulled open. you stared at izana in shock, watching him offer his hand.

then you remembered that you guys have to put this little act together to show your parents that you both aren’t miserable with each other and are actually in love.

without fighting back, you put your hands in his, which was shockingly warm and very soft. after exiting the car, you felt an arm snake around your waist, as izana pulled you close to his body.

your breath hitched, never being this close to a person before, let alone a man. your knees felt like jelly, yet you tried to keep your facade, so that you and izana don’t get busted.

“my little princess! how- what in god’s name did you do to your hair?!” you mother screeched, eyes widening in horror as she rushed up to you. izana watched with astonishment, seeing your mother pull you away from his hold. she touched your hair, in denial that you could ever do such a thing.

“you stupid, stupid, stupid girl! have you not learned a single thing from me? how could you cut off the part of you that gave you your femininity? you look so hideous!” your mother cried out, making you scoff.

“geez, missed you too, mom.” you walked past her, not sparing izana a glance as you didn’t want to know whether he’d give you a taunting look or a pitiful one.

you didn’t want either.

you walked to the dining space, placing the fruit basket in the middle as you took a seat in front of the usual bland and depressing food at your parent’s house. after eating so well for the past few weeks, you didn’t know if your body could go back to stomaching such awful food.

“mother, all of this looks delicious.” izana smiled, making you snort as you gave him a questioning look. you could see right through him, there was no way he thought that this nasty ass food was good. nonetheless, he took a seat next to you as one of the maid’s began to serve everyone.

“thank you, dear. i know my useless daughter isn’t much of a help, so please, help yourself. it’s my secret recipe too!” your mother boasted, making izana nervously chuckle as he dug in. you looked at him, waiting for his reaction and you could see how he quickly chewed and swallowed it before cringing.

you smirked in amusement, watching him suffer, just like how you had to eat this disgusting food for your entire life.

“so, how are things going between you both?” your father asked, making izana clear his throat before taking a hold of your free hand with his.

“sir, i would cross the seven seas just to spend a second of my life with my beautiful wife. you have truly blessed me with your daughter and for that i thank you.” izana spoke, making your heart clutch in pain as you knew that those were a bunch of white lies that he told your parents.

yet, for some reason, a part of you secretly wished that he meant it.

“what joy! y/n, do you have nothing to say? it’s been ages since we’ve seen you.” your father’s eyes shifted to yours, as you silently picked at the chicken and surrounding vegetables.

“i am simply following your rules, which is having my husband talk for me since i am of course to be treated like a porcelain bimbo doll.” you snarked, making both of your parents sigh out in frustration.

“for goodness’s sake, y/n, can we all please have a nice family dinner?” your mother begged, making you glare at her.

“i literally did nothing, why am i always the one to blame?” you said through gritted teeth, constantly feeling attacked by your parent’s bipolar decisions.

“you’re no longer a child, y/n. you know how this world works and the responsibilities that come with it. ever since you’ve arrived here today, you’ve been nothing but a brat. you have nothing good to say or any future plans such as having kids-”

“woah, woah, are you hearing yourselves? having kids? we’re newly-weds, i barely even know his favorite color and you think we’re ready to bring in a child into this world?” your eyebrows furrowed, now getting visibly mad at your parents as your tone became laced with irritation.

“we’re taking things slowly, nothing wrong with that.” izana tried to calm things down, but his attempt was futile.

“your father and i had you a year after our marriage. you are a woman, y/n, your role in this world is to birth and nurture a child while taking care of your wife duties such as taking care of your husband. why must you always be stubborn and overcomplicate everything?” you mother shook her head in disbelief, giving you a disappointed looked.

“your mother’s right. izana will go to war soon and he won’t be with you for some time. having a child would at least keep you distracted and make time pass faster while he’s gone.” you father added on, their ridiculous words making your eyes twitch as you couldn’t believe your ears.

“so you think i’m some kind of sex machine? that i need a man’s touch and seed to keep me sane while he’s away? do you think i’m that needy and low? god, this is exactly why i don’t want to have a child now. i don’t want to make the same mistake as you both and raise my baby like how you both raised me. actually, i don’t even want you guys anywhere near my future child. you’ll only defile his or her brain with your shitty expectations.” your eyes watered, feeling absolutely humiliated as you dropped your fork on your plate, getting up from your seat as you rushed out of the dining area.

you heard your parents and izana call out your name a few times, but you didn’t care. you needed to be away from them and get some peace, so you went to the garden.

you went to the cherry blossom tree at the very back, now drenched in the rain as your clothes and hair were now sticking to your body.

but you no longer cared, sitting on the grass as you cried with your palms covering your face. you were so uhappy with your life, you hated your parents with a passion and you hated how you were stuck in an unhappy marriage.

you had no one by your side.

it made you wonder, was it even worth it to keep on going? this feeling of loneliness swallowing you was far too painful.

there was no use of running away as your parents would find you no matter what, your father would sent out an army of soldiers all over the world to look for you.

the only real option would just be to end your life, but you didn’t want to give up eveything because of a bunch of assholes.

“i don’t know, please just shut up.” you whispered to yourself, wanting your inner thoughts to just go away and let you cry in peace.

“but i haven’t even said anything.” you heard a familiar voice answer, looking up to see izana standing before you, an umbrella in his hands as he shielded your body with it.

“go away, you’re the last person i’d wanna see.” you scoffed, hugging your knees as your eyes averted to your feet.

“you know, if you didn’t want to come for dinner at your parents you could’ve just told me. i could’ve made up some excuse or something.” izana sighed, bending down to get eye-level with you.

“both you and i know that we can’t avoid my shitty parents forever.” you said in a monotone, making him chuckle as he hummed.

“you’re right, but atleast we could’ve gone when you were ready to face them. this whole marriage things is still very new to process, even for me.” he spoke with honesty, harboring a small comforting smile.

for some reason, it made you furious. how dare he behave so well with you when he’s been nothing but an absolute shitbag back at home?!

you didn’t want to be pitied, especially by someone like him.

“can you leave me alone? i want to feel the rain on me and be sad.” you groaned out in annoyance.

“okay.” izana blurted out, throwing the umbrella to the side which caught you completely off guard. he took a seat next to you, making you roll your eyes.

“you’re seriously annoying, you know that? why are you suddenly being nice, i don’t need your pity or sympathy. i’ve been living like this for like my entire life, i’m not some glass doll who needs protection.” you nagged at him, wanting to hit a nerve of his so that he could get mad and leave.

“i know, and i’m not trying to offer you any of those. your parents are assholes and that’s no lie. i guess what i’m trying to say is that i’ve been living in delusion.” izana’s eyes softened, making your breath hitch as you looked at him through your glossy eyes.

“what?” you croaked out, still in shock.

“i thought that you were the blame as to why i’m stuck in this marriage, because you were like those other princesses that begged their daddy to get them married to a rich prince. i didn’t know how badly your parents treated you, i was just so focused on my anger that i forgot about basic human compassion. i thought that because my parents were so loving and caring before they died, every family would be the same.” guilt was plastered all over his face and it was refreshing to finally have someone understand your misery.

“i mean, in one way this marriage kind of saved me. i’m free from everything. it’s like my escape route, but one where my father won’t have the entire nation’s army search for me. so, i guess it’s not that bad.” you admitted, making him smile.

god, why did he look so good even with his hair wet and face drenched in the pouring rain?

your heart was skipping multiple beats at the same time, worrying you on if you were on the verge of having a stroke.

“izana! y/n! there you both are, we were worried sick.” your parents came rushing to you both, startling you.

“we’re so sorry, izana. y/n, you have spoiled your evening dress along with izana’s suit. dear god, you have so much to learn. you know, i had this meeting with other neighbhoring queens and they’ve put their daughters in these special classes. honey, we could fix this together. please, let me help you.” your mother gave you sickening puppy eyes, making your stomach churn in horror. you were silent, no longer having any words left to say to them.

you looked over at izana, seeing his face darken as his jaw locked. you sensed some kind of dark aura embracing him, getting a little nervous yourself.

“what the fuck? can you please stop treating her like she’s diseased? god, you both are so obsessed with her! she’s perfectly fine the way she is.” izana angrily spoke, the vein on his neck popping out as evidence of his fury. you were shocked at his sudden outburst, not expecting him to fight back against your parents’ words.

“oh dear, izana you’re too blinded by your love. this is not princess behavior, this is freakish, son.” your father tried to fakely empathize with izana. he placed a hand on izana’s shoulder, but izana roughly shook it off, making your parents gasp.

“what’s freakish is how obsessed you both are in making my perfectly fine wife your little doll. she’s no longer your princess, she’s my princess and the future queen of my kingdom when i get crowned in a few months.” he bitterly spat, making your mother scoff.

“you oblivious little child, one day you both will regret not listening to your elders.” your mother shook her head in disbelief.

“yeah, well, i’ll be waiting for that day. till then, please do not ever contact me or my wife.” izana snickered, grabbing your hand before standing up as he pulled you along with him.

before walking off, izana stopped in his tracks, making you stop as well.

now what?

today was full of surprises and you couldn’t help but grow more curious as to what would happen.

“by the way, mother. i would say thank you for the meal, but the dinner was absolutely horrendous. i wouldn’t even feed that to the stray dogs near my castle.” he smirked, as you turned to see the mix of anger and sadness paint your mother’s face.

you couldn’t help but feel joyous inside, your heart feeling at peace knowing that your parents received the medicine that they’ve been deserving for years now.

“wait, but how will we get home?” you asked, looking at izana and he looked at you with a mischievous grin.

“a prince always has a plan.” he answered slyly, as when you both reached the front yard, you saw his car and the butler waiting with an umbrella as he welcomed you both inside the car.

“lord kurokawa and your highness! i will inform the maids to prepare warm baths for you both as soon as possible.” the butler said in a panicked voice, making you smile.

“take it easy, man. i just witnessed the best show of my life.” you let out a chuckle, hearing a soft chortle coming from your side.

“yeah, it was pretty amusing.” izana admitted, making you hum in response.

the rest of the ride was silent, neither of you knowing how to start a conversation with each other. you decided to sleep, knowing it would be a long drive home.

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you groaned, body aching as you sat up. you realized that you were in your bed and changed into your pajamas. you tried to recall memories of earlier and you remembered that you fell asleep in the car.

then..

how did you end up here?

“the fuck?” you whispered to yourself. did izana carry you to your room? but what about your clothes, he couldn’t possibly change you out of your wet ones while you were asleep.

“your highness?” you heard a knock at your door, giving them your command to enter. two maids entered the room, a tray with porridge and what seemed like medicine on the side.

“what’s that?” you asked, pointing to the tray.

“ginseng porridge and medicine. lord kurokawa has ordered the cook to make some for you and the royal doctor to give medicine to prevent a cold.” she informed you, making you unknowingly smile.

“i see. oh, can you please tell me who brought me to my room?” you asked, trying to hide your embarrassment.

“lord kurokawa carried you to your room and requested us to change you out of your soiled dress.” she said with dreamy eyes, making you blush for even thinking about izana changing you.

“anyways, you may give me the medicine and take the porridge down. i don’t like eating porridge.” you cleared your throat, opening your palm as you waited for the pill.

it wasn’t a lie, you hated porridge. you always flushed down the bowl of porridge your mother would bring up to your room, lying to her when she came back to your room to check up on you.

“but, your majesty, this medicine has to be taken with food.” the maid meekly responded, making you groan in annoyance.

“fine, i’ll just go downstairs and have yesterday’s left over.” you threw off the covers, the cold air hitting your exposed arms and legs due to the silk gown you were wearing.

nonetheless, you were starving and headed down stairs.

the hallway was quiet, the lights downstairs were turned off, indicating that everyone has went to sleep.

you reached the bottom of the stairs, walking towards the kitchen as you tried to tiptoe.

“what do we have here?” a groggy voice behind you startled you as you screamed, immediately lunging at the person behind you in defense. the person wasn’t expecting the sudden attack, falling on their back with a thud as you fell on top of them.

you raised your fist to land a punch but the person beneath you tightly entangled their arms around you to prevent you from doing any harm.

red alarms went off in your mind, tears welling in your eyes as you were now genuinely scared for your life. being caged in your parents’ castle had the only benefit of preventing you from any crazy harm, now you were fearful if they made any weird ties with shady people to make your life hellish.

what if this time they wanted to get rid of you, for good?

“let me go! iza-”

you stopped midway when the familiar smell of light vanilla came to your senses. your heartbeat began to relax, making you let out a sigh of relief as you allowed yourself to melt into his embrace.

“it’s you. thank god, it’s you.” you mumbled into the fabric of his shirt, hugging onto him tighter. you don’t know why, but you can’t decide whether you hate or like izana. all you know is that you didn’t want to let him go right now.

“who else would it be other than you and me, princess?” izana’s voice was raspy and slightly cracked, as he comfortingly rubbed your back to help you calm down.

you soon realized what was going on and quickly pulled away, standing up to your feet as you rushed over to turn on the lights. you cleared your throat, wishing you left the lights off as you knew your cheeks were bright red right now since you could physically feel them burning.

“um, sorry about that. i was just a little paranoid and your voice didn’t sound like how it normally does.” you cleared your throat, avoiding eye contact with him.

“it’s fine, i just came down for a glass of water and saw you lurking. oh, and for my voice, i have a sore throat. i sent your medicine to prevent it from affecting you, although maybe now i may have given it to you i think.” he giggled, making you smile.

“yeah, i saw. i didn’t take it yet, i’m trying to look for some food.” you answered him, making him furrow his eyebrows.

“did the maids not deliver you the porridge?” he asked.

“no, they did. i just don’t like porridge, it makes me gag.” you reasoned, scrunching your nose as he rolled his eyes.

“that’s because you’ve been eating your mother’s shitty food for all your life so you’ve never had good porridge. this is my family’s recipe, i guarantee that you’ll like it.” izana swears, grabbing your hand before dragging you to the dining space. he walked into the kitchen and plated you another bowl of porridge and heated it up.

“just take a bite, if you don’t like it i won’t force you to eat it.” he assured, making you sigh as you obliged with his request.

you scooped up some of the porridge, making sure to get a little bit of everything in it. the porridge wasn’t bland like your mother’s, it had a lot of veggies along with chicken and what seemed like pickled vegetables as well?

you placed the bite in your mouth, tasting the food. the warm food going down your throat brought you some comfort, the taste of the different seasonings including the pickled vegetables brought your tastebuds back to life.

you quietly inhaled the food, sensing the prideful aura radiating off of izana.

“it’s good, isn’t it?” izana taunted, making you clear your throat.

“it’s alright.” you said with a mouthful of the porridge, struggling to speak as he chuckled from your stubbornness.

silence fell upon you both once again, running out of things to talk about as you ate. izana was trying to distract himself from constantly looking at you by reading his official papers.

“finally some good fucking food.” you breathed out as you dropped your spoon in the bowl, accidentally letting out a burp as you quickly excused yourself.

“for a princess that’s be imprisoned with obsessive royal parents, you’re so brash.” he snickered, making you scoff.

“huh?! the hell’s that supposed to mean, jerk.” you mumbled under your breath, annoyed by his words.

“i don’t know, you’re just.. weird.” izana laughed, making you roll your eyes.

“and what about you? i don’t think you can even take a shit by yourself without the help of your butlers.” you retorted an insulted back at him, making his eyes widen.

“you little shit.” izana narrowed his eyes, making you grin.

“grow up, bitch.” you remarked, knowing that you won this conversation. you got up with your bowl, heading to the kitchen to wash it. it started to rain once again, the soft pitter-pattering noice radiating throughout the hollow castle, bring a sense of peace to you.

you walked back to your chair, the shuffling sounds of your slipper against the tiled floor caught izana’s attention. he helped you with taking out the pills, handing it to you along with the glass of water as you drank it.

“do you like living in royalty?” izana suddenly blurted out, catching you by surprise.

“of course not, every noble that exists on this planet are nothing but slaves to the cycle of money and power. i am most certainly not one of those dogs.” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“you have a point, but you must admit, we royals live in much better conditions than commoners. we have people to serve us, protection, great housing and food. i mean, it’s a commoners dream to live like us, isn’t it?” izana tried to defend, placing his face on the palm of his hand, now interested to listen to your rebuttal.

“the devil never makes a deal with a desperate soul if it doesn’t sound appealing. these commoners are completely oblivious about our lives, the abuse and creulty that it comes with. i’d rather live in a old, worn-out cottage with bread and soup as my meal than live this shitty life.” you angrily spat out, wishing that things could’ve been different.

you weren’t upset with izana’s words, but rather with the fact that every other noble thought the same way as him. which wasn’t a surprise or anything, royal children were brainwashed to believe in this crap.

“convince me.” he egged further, making you scoff.

“tell me, did you ever get to feel the rush of the town’s river beneath your feet? the sun kissing your skin as you sit a feild of flower, having a small picnic consisting of bread, butter and fresh jam? or how about watching the stars in the great night sky on a hill?” you questioned him, making izana go silent as he never had an answer to give you. his silence answered your questions, as you gave him a sad smile.

“me neither, and it’s all because while living in such fame and wealth, we forget to enjoy and cherish the creation of god. we forget to appreciate mother nature’s beauty and the gift of life.” you sighed, putting your head down as you counted the number of drops you heard.

“wow i... i’ve never thought about it like that.” izana breathed out, eyes widened from shock as you just opened a whole new perspective of life to him.

“yeah, well, being imprisoned for your whole life makes you think a lot. i’d kill to be a commoner, dance in the streets during festivals with the small children, eat street food, and just live in peace. i want to have flowers in my hair, dance with the stars and sing with the moon.” you dreamily said, similing to yourself at the romanticization of life.

“is it that fun?” izana hesitantly asked, intrigued by your passionate argument.

“like a dream that i never want to wake up from.” you giggled like a child, delirious with sleep as you knew these medications would make you drowsy.

“hmm, i suppose you’ll have to take me to one to make me convinced.” he playfully said, making you hum in agreement.

“i will, but what’ll i get if i win?” you mumbled into your arms, trying to keep yourself awake to hear his response.

“whatever that is that you desire, i will service you. but if i win, you must submit to me like we were taught as royals.” izana challenged, making you smirk against your skin as you gave him a thumbs up.

“you’re on, prince jackass.”

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izaneko · 1 year ago

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guys..im going to flip. been chatting w a friend over in jp that has got to see the new exhibit and they just told me about what happens in this chapter and i swear i have never laugh/cried so much in my life..❤️❤️

art cr: senzz_art_ on inst

[major spoilers below the cut]

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so it turns out mikey finds izana as kids- he then challenges him to a fight where mikey shouts at izana that they are not blood-related. izana is in denial about it for sometime later crying telling mikey that he will still love shinichiro. then izana and mikey make ammends with eachother.

idk about you guys but this made me inexplicably happy to know he didn't suffer his whole child-hood not knowing his truth and actually having a real family that accepts him.🖤

#tokyo revengers #manjiro sano #izana kurokawa #tokrev #tr spoilers #tokyo rev #tenjiku #kurokawa izana #mikey sano #tr #izana #manjiro

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kokoch4n3l · 9 months ago

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DEAD GIRL’S BEACH ࿐ྂ KUROKAWA IZANA x f!oc x SANO MANJIRO

THREE — iv bags and daffodils

"he looks at me like I'm below him. he doesn't say it nor does he act that way but his eyes say it all. patient likes loves power. he craves it" — MAYA'S ROUGH NOTES ON K.I

chapter summary: Maya faces a moral dilemma, trying to pick between her livelihood and ethics all while under the watchful eye of the hospital director and her patient, Kurokawa Izana.

chapter warnings: inaccurate depictions of psychiatric hospitals, mentions of alcohol, mentions of depression, drug use, allusions to sex, abuse of authority, power imbalance, unethical use of drugs, mentions of alcohol, mentions of rape, mentions of murder

word count: 4213

moodboard | masterlist | previous | chapter 4

Pretty is what Kurokawa Izana would use to describe Kaneko Maya. She was so pretty. Kaneko Maya was cute, funny, pretty and just Manjiro's type. Had his younger brother not been a depressed little shit right now, Izana would have gotten Ran to gift her to Manjiro. Even if he did now, Izana doubts Manjiro would even do anything. He heard that depression affects the libido. Even before he was admitted into this shitty psychiatric hospital, no matter how many hostess bars he took Manjiro to, how many hookers he called over, how many strip clubs— Manjiro was just bored. For a while, he thought the guy was probably a nervous virgin who only knew how to fight but after a drunken conversation with Sanzu Haruchiyo, Manjiro's childhood friend, he finds out that was in fact not the case. Manjiro was pretty popular with the girls when they were in middle school(due to his shoulder-length blonde hair and girls having a huge thing for pretty boys with the deep voices). Manjiro was 100%, not a virgin and just depressed as hell. "Kakucho" Izana says holding the flip phone against his ear "How's everything going?"

Friday came by pretty quickly as usual. "It's fine as usual. You'll be out on Monday. Are you excited?" Kakucho, his childhood and right-hand man asks

Izana leans back in his shitty bed and stares out the window. It's about 10:30 am, the sun is still rising. "Yeah, about time. If it wasn't for the cute little doctor that gives me company during her night shift, would've gone fuckin' crazy for real"

"That sounds unprofessional" Kakucho mutters in disappointment

Izana laughs. "It's actually not like that. Cute kid, fresh outta uni"

Kakucho laughs. It's rare to hear Kakucho laugh. "I don't believe that one-bit Izana"

"Well, you better. Kaneko Maya, real eye candy" Izana hums and stares up at the white ceiling and starts to ramble about her "talks a lot and y’know I usually hate girls that yap but she's a real cutie. Thinkin' she can fix me and shit. It’s so fuckin’ cute. She's got this little notebook she takes notes on when she talks to me. Nosey as fuck but real cute. Got these blowjob eyes—"

"She's a psychiatrist, she's supposed to be nosey," Kakucho cuts him off before he can get vulgar, simultaneously ignoring the number of times Izana used the word cute to describe his psychiatrist "What did you say her name was again?"

Izana scoffs. "You gonna do a background check on my little doctor Kakucho? This late in too? 'M leavin' Monday"

"It's my job"

Of course, it was. Kakucho was protective. Overprotective at times. It was one of the reasons Izana kept him around. To feel wanted(and because he cared about him but Izana won't say that out loud). "Kaneko Maya. How 'bout ya’ tell me what cha' find when you're done"

"Of course"

And they end the phone call not long after. Izana sits in silence for a while and sighs tiredly. He stares down his left arm with the iv in it. Apparently whatever medication was being given to him was essential to his recovery but he really fuckin' hated it. He felt like actual shit. Tired all the time, sleepy as shit. He hated it. Oh well, he was getting out this Monday anyway. He had been here for 2 months and Maya had only been working here for a month. Perhaps had she been here the whole time the first month would have been more bearable as well. He was leaving Monday anyway. Maybe if Maya was that kind of girl she'd take up the offer of coming to his beach house and maybe she'd even put Manjiro in a good mood with those cute puppy eyes she has. After all, Manjiro has always had a fixation on cute and pretty things and Izana knew him long enough to know that. Izana hears his door click and inwardly sighs in annoyance at whoever was going to enter his room. He glares at the door but his harsh gaze immediately turns into one of surprise when seeing his night shift doctor. "what are you doing here?" He asks, narrowing his eyes at Maya

Maya is wearing her blue scrubs, her white doctor's coat sleeves folded to her elbows. She's got the pager clipped to her belt, the key bracelet thing around her wrist and her ID card securely clipped to the breast pocket on her coat. "wow no hi or good morning or how are you?" Maya asks sarcastically, the door shutting with a click behind her

Her eyes are slightly red and she looks exhausted. Her hair is tied back in a bun with a few curly strands framing her face. "Hi, good morning, how are you?" Izana says sarcastically then changes immediately to a more serious and authoritative tone "You ended your shift 6 hours ago. Go home"

Maya's shift starts from 9 pm to 4 am, she brings the patients dinner because the nurses pushed the job onto her, brings the trays back and down to the kitchen, then comes back up and sticks around as there wasn't much to do unless one of the patients/criminals, needed something which wasn't often. "Yeah... But I fell asleep in the breakroom after my shift and the old man in charge of the morning told me to take his shift and went home before I could say anything" she complained and plopped down on the chair and bolted down on the floor by his bed "I complained to the director but he told me that since I was here anyway I should just take the shift and he'd paid me extra"

Izana can't help but roll his eyes. She really wanted to pay off those loans huh? "I think that's called exploitation" He says

Which is huge coming from Izana considering what he does for a living. "Yeah but... Money" she shrugs "I get to leave at lunchtime though and don't have to come back for the night shift"

"Oh gee! How great!" Izana says sarcastically once again

Izana feels a bit odd being annoyed about the fact that his doctor is being taken advantage of. He's known her for a month and he knows she's kind and these other shitty old people employed here liked to take advantage of her kindness. To make it worse she rarely complained about it. Oh well, at least he gets to see her longer and talk to her for longer. "Haven't seen those before" Izana says looking at the two necklaces she was wearing

One was a gold oval pendant with a delicate border and the outline of a flower in the center of it. The second necklace, also gold, was a small butterfly pendant. Cute. "What's the thing in the center of the coin?" He asks "A rose?"

Maya looks down at her necklace and realizes they are untucked. It was a huge safety hazard considering she could be choked. But Sunshine Grove was a shitty psychiatric hospital and none of the employees really took safety seriously(Maya neither) so they rarely removed jewelry and just kept things like necklaces tucked under their clothes. "Ah~ it's a daffodil," Maya tells him, touching the pendant "my birth flower. My birthday's in March"

Izana chuckles. How cute. "Your birth flower, hm..."

One thing Izana liked about Maya was that she tended to ramble about random things that interested her. "Oh oh have you heard that greek myth story about daffodils?" She asks

Izana would usually be annoyed at this kind of rambling but perhaps Maya had the privilege to just talk. Pretty privilege is what Ran calls it. Izana forgot what he meant since he usually tunes whatever Ran says, out but he figures maybe this is what it is. "So basically there was this guy Narcissus. He was supposedly really good-looking. But he never found anyone that could attract him. He left a long trail of distressed and broken-hearted maidens, and one or two young men fell as well" she giggles a bit then continues the story "Then, one day, he happened to see his own reflection in a pool of water and, thus, discovered the ultimate in unrequited love and fell in love with himself. Obviously, this one-way relationship went nowhere, and Narcissus, unable to draw himself away from the pool, pined away in despair until he finally died of thirst and starvation"

Izana raises a brow. "What?"

"Yeah, and he turned into a daffodil. So another name for daffodils is Narcissus"

Izana can't help but laugh. What a stupid story. "I'm guessing this shitty story has a moral like all Greek myths"

Maya nods. "I think it was a warning not a moral. Something like ‘love and obsession lie closer together than we think’ or something"

Oh. Time passes by when Maya rambles. She was honestly the highlight of his day or well, night. But right now it was the day so she was the highlight of his day. He figures that since she's here right now she won't be here tonight and since it was Friday he won't see her till Monday. He’ll stay a while before he leaves on Monday to say goodbye. Time passes by fast and soon comes lunch. "You know doctor, if there's one thing I'll miss about this shitty place it'll be you talking my ear off" Izana says playfully

Maya laughs. "really well—" she pauses taking in his word "what do you mean? I'm still gonna be working here y'know"

"I'm leaving Monday. Getting discharged and will be back to my normal life" He tells her with a grin "what are you gonna miss me?"

He's being playful but the expression on Maya's face makes him confused. Why is she looking at him like that. He watches her pull out the little notebook of her's and flip through the pages. Izana watches as she mutters something to herself and all he hears are little curse. "Hey, doctor... What's wrong?" He asks in confusion

Why was this her reaction? Maya gets up and walks over to where his IV bag was hung up. She looks long and hard at the bag then turns to him. She's standing right next to him. She rarely gets this close. "You're leaving on Monday?" she repeats with a frown “like discharged and going home?”

Izana is starting to get worried and a bit aggravated, not understanding why she's looking at him like that. As far as he knew she knew nothing about him or what he did. So why was she giving him that look? "Doctor. I'd like to know why you're looking at me like that" Izana says slowly

He isn't nervous. Not at all. A man like him isn't nervous. He's concerned. There's a huge difference between the two emotions. He watches Maya take a breath. "Um... Mr. Kurokawa..." She pauses and looks at him nervously "What... What are you here for? What are you admitted here for?"

That question confuses him. Why was she asking him that? Shouldn't she know? "You should know what I'm here for" He tells her lowly, narrowing her eyes at him "You're my—"

"Mr. Kurokawa" Maya says, her voice a bit breathy

She looks scared almost and it's starting to annoy the hell out of Izana. "Cocaine addiction. Now tell me why you're making that face"

Maya looks nervous, scared and confused. So many different emotions swirl around in her eyes. "So... You're not a convicted criminal?"

He was 100% a criminal but not a convicted one. No one has caught him yet but Maya didn't need to know that. "No and why does that relate to this?"

Maya looks like she might throw up. "You're here for addiction but you're on the fourth floor and not second" She says

"Why should I be on the second floor?" He asks, his voice demanding and angry

Maya sucks in a breath. "second floor is where patients admitted for addiction stay... You're on the fourth floor where the convicted criminals who got off by claiming insanity"

Oh. Oh… Maya chews nervously at her bottom lip. She looks like she might throw up and Izana is pissed. He's fucking pissed. He watches Maya pat her pockets and she pulls out a piece of gauze and then takes his hand. He's about to ask what she's doing but then she puts the gauze pad over the insertion site as gently as she can. She starts to pull it out, increasing pressure as she smoothly withdraws the catheter. Izana stays silent and watches her stick a bandaid to the area. "keep pressure on it for a few minutes" she mumbles and grabs the IV bag

Izana puts his thumb over his wrist where the IV was inserted and watches her. She looked like she was going to be sick and it was pissing him off. What the hell? Maya is about to leave but he stops her. "Doctor... If this is what I think it is..." Izana says slowly

Maya just shakes her head and leaves his room. Izana narrows his eyes, staring at the door. He looks down at his wrist where the IV was just taken out of and was now replaced with a bandage. He stares for a moment longer then pulls out the flip-phone again and calls Kisaki.

"What's this?" Maya threw the half-empty IV bag onto the hospital director's desk

The hospital director, Doctor Nakamura, narrows his eyes at her. "I don't appreciate you coming in without knocking Doctor Kaneko" He says lowly

Maya wasn't going to back down today. She needed answers. She may be new, she may have just graduated a few months ago but what was wrong was wrong. "Why is Mr Kurokawa on the fourth floor and not the second? He's here for cocaine addiction not for a court order" Maya was going to get her answers today "Why is he being given a sedative and that too, that high of a dose?"

She didn't care about superiority or anything. It didn't matter. Not now when a patient was clearly not being treated for what he came for. This was against the ethics of a doctor. "Doctor Kaneko..." Doctor Nakamura says, grabbing the half-empty IV bag with a dark almost crazed look in his eyes "That man... That man is evil incarnate—"

Maya rubs her temples. "Cocaine addiction does not make a man evil incarnate. You run a psychiatric hospital you can’t say things like that. Whatever it is you did, whatever it is you're doing is wrong" Maya says sternly

This was making her sick. She couldn't believe this. She knew Sunshine Grove was shitty with how they'd push all the work onto her but she didn't think it was so shitty that they'd give a patient a drug they didn't even need. This was disgusting. "Doctor Kaneko. You don't know what he did. this is much deeper than cocaine addiction"

"He's getting out on Monday! Mr. Kurokawa has been here for 2 months" Maya argues "If he did something so bad, he wouldn't be leaving. He'd be in jail"

Doctor Nakamura doesn't look like he has the patience for this. But Maya doesn't either. What was wrong, was wrong. "Listen Miss Kaneko..." He says slowly, now looking very aggravated, no longer using her proper title "We'll have this conversation on Monday when your shift starts. How about you go home? You must be exhausted"

It wasn't a suggestion but an order. "Unless you want to start looking for another hospital that will hire you, Miss Kaneko"

Maya feels a lump rise in her throat. No. Nonononono. No. She can't lose her job. She can't. She stares at Doctor Nakamura with wide eyes. This wasn't fair. She was trying to do the right thing and— shit. She opens her mouth to say something, to try and argue, to at least give him a threat of reporting him for mistreating Kurokawa Izana but nothing comes out. Maya feels powerless. It was between her livelihood and her morals. Was this what her mother meant? Was this what she meant when she said it was hard to be a doctor? Maya thought psychiatrists were different. She thought... She thought... This wasn't fair. She clenches his fists and lowers her head. "Yes sir" she says in defeat and promptly leaves the office

Maya walks back to the lockrooms with her head down. She feels like shit. She can't believe she gave in that easily. She hates herself. She can't even get herself to go back up to Izana's room and give him an explanation. She's horrible. She's a shit person and she knows that the guilt is gonna make her sick till she throws up. Maya pulls her hair out of the bun and runs her fingers through it angrily as she walks into the locker room without paying attention to her surroundings. stupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupid— "shit!"

Maya looks up at realizes she just had her book main character moment where she bumps into the really hot guy's rock-hard chest. The guy no doubt was very hot. He's a security guard by the looks of the uniform but doesn't look like anyone she's seen on duty before. He has black hair parted in the center, olive-toned skin and heterochromatic eyes, one red and the other silver. But what really caught Maya's eye was the scar on his face. Starting from his left ear, going over the corner of his left(silver) eye then up across his forehead and disappearing into his hairline. Maya stops staring and lowers her gaze. "S-sorry" she stutters out "I wasn't watching where I was going. My bad"

He's tall and oh... Wow, he's well-built. Maya has to will herself to tear her gaze away from his chest. This guy 100% had a fricken six-pack underneath that uniform. "It's fine..." He pauses and looks at her up and down "You look tired Doctor"

Maya laughs nervously. Oh man, this guy was hot. It's almost making her forget about the guilt. Oh wait, nope she remembered it again. "Well, I'm new and you know, these oldies like pushing their work onto the newbies," She says with a shrug "I'm going home right now though... I haven't seen you around though"

The man is staring at her ID card pinned to her coat. "Hm.. Yeah, I am... I'll be taking the night shift from now on. 4th floor. They're just gonna be showing me around today"

Maya's eyes light up. New eye candy for the 4th floor now that Izana was leaving? Okay, maybe that makes her feel a little better. "Oh I work night shifts on the fourth floor too" she gives the man a friendly smile "I'm Doctor Kaneko Maya"

The man nods. Professional but also somewhat friendly. "Hitto Kakucho. I prefer just Kakucho"

Hitto? That was an odd last name. She doesn't think she's ever heard it before. But his odd last name slipped her mind pretty quickly due to the guilt she was feeling and the unholy thoughts about Kakucho that were going through her head. Oh man, he's hot and these contrasting feelings are making her head hurt. "I'll be seeing you on Monday then Doctor" Kakucho says "Get home safe"

Maya nods and Kakucho brushes past her. The locker room is once again engulfed in silence and now all that's left is Maya's guilt. She sighs and texts Chifuyu to ask him to pick her up.

Maya sits outside in the reception area waiting for Chifuyu to come get her. She usually drives herself but last night Chifuyu insisted on driving her last night. Maya stares at the white tiled floor, sighing for the nth time. She felt like actual shit. The guilt is making her sick. Izana had been given that damn sedative for 2 months. Sometimes she'd administer it to him too. For what? For some messed up reason, she's still yet to find out. Maya feels guilty and gross and just horrible. She wants to cry. She hates this. None of this was fair. Why did it have to be her patient? Had she really just got herself caught up in something stupid all for the sake of money? Shit shit shit Maya really hated herself right now. "fuck~" she whines to herself and leans forward till her forehead touches her knees while she sits in the chair

She feels like a stupid idiot. She should have just asked Izana what he was here for on the first day instead of trying to be nice and let him open up on his own. Now look where being nice got her. Maya flinches as her phone vibrates. She gets up and grabs her bag off the floor. It was probably Chifuyu. She bids goodbye to the man at the reception and leaves the building at the sight of a black car outside. Except it's not Chifuyu leaning against the car, it's Naoto. Her cheeks flush. Of-fucking-course Chifuyu was trying to play matchmaker. Right now wasn't a good time with how sick she felt. "hey" Naoto says with a small smile

He looks shy and had it not been for her guilt, Maya knows she'd probably be feeling the same way. "H-Hey, did Chifuyu send you?" Maya asks nervously "I'm so sorry"

Naoto shakes his head and opens the passenger seat of his car. "Oh no don't worry. Was on a break anyway. Chifuyu said he was busy and told me to come"

Maya slides into the passenger seat and after making sure she's sitting comfortably he closes the door. Maya puts her bag on the floor of the car and puts on her seat belt. Naoto gets into the driver's side and starts the car. "I thought you had the night shift, what are you doing here so late?" He asks putting on his seatbelt

"They had a shortage... I'll be getting paid for overtime though so it's fine" Maya says trying to ignore the shitty feeling of guilt that just isn't going away

Oh man, she needed a drink. "You look exhausted. Should get some sleep when I drop you home" Naoto tells her as he pulls out of the parking lot and then out of the front gate of the hospital

"Yeah, I will.... gonna shower and just sleep and..." She pauses and thinks for a moment as they make it onto the main road "Can I ask you something?"

"You just did" Naoto points out with a small laugh and Maya can't help but laugh as well. "I'm kidding, ask away"

She thinks for a moment and tries her best to word her question. Perhaps getting an outside opinion would make her feel better. "You're a police officer, right? H-Has there ever been a time where you had to choose between your job or..." she pauses "Livelihood is a better word... Um... Has there ever been a time when you had to choose between your livelihood and your morals?"

Naoto looks surprised by her question. He keeps his eyes on the road as he answers. "W-well yeah... Have to all the time. Just last month I got called out on duty to arrest a woman for murder..." Naoto recalls then frowns "I asked her why she did it during interrogation she told me it was because the man raped her"

"Oh" Maya mumbles quietly

"You don't understand how badly I wanted to let her go. Murder is wrong but those cases... In those rare cases, even wrong can be right"

Maya takes in the information. She tries to apply it to her situation, to find just where the director was coming from but she couldn't. Kurokawa Izana didn't deserve that treatment. "But I have to say, Maya, if this is about work our situations are different... In other departments, things can be covered up by saying it was a fraud scam or corruption... In the medical department, however," He lowers his tone to "It's negligence of life... murder"

Maya's heart pounds. He was right. She didn't think of that. "Yeah... you're right" she mumbles

A silence washes over the car for a moment till Naoto speaks up again. "If there is something wrong at work, I can help you out"

It was a nice offer but what was she supposed to say? Where was she supposed to start? Maya feels stupid because she knows she can just tell Naoto but she can't get herself to. She feels stupid and guilty and the feeling doesn't cease even as Naoto drops her off at her place. Maya's shoulder slouch as she unlocks her door. She hates this so much. A shudder passes through her suddenly at the feeling of being watched. Maya looks around for a moment and sees no one. She shakes her head and brushes it off as stress and goes into her home, locking the door behind her.

From the other side of the street, Kisaki Tetta blows out a cloud of smoke and scoffs.

notes: I do NOT condone any of the acts committed in this fic. Next chapter is gonna be my first time ever writing smut so plz, if it's bad I'm sorry 😭

I would also like to point out that I am a criminology major and don’t know much about the medical field, especially psychiatry. Everything written in this fic is not supposed to be accurate but just for the plot.

This is a double update so next chapter is already up. I have also added chapter summaries to the masterlist so go take a look!

I hope you enjoyed reading so far :)

updates are every monday

taglist: @kokonoiscoconut @mysouleaten @yaya4thawin @piroporopo @reiners-milkbiddies

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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 11 months ago

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ah! jojo -did you see/get the chance listen the full tenjiku character songs out on spotify? they are soo amazing + beautiful!! if you did which one happens your favorite?? (if you have one.)

Yeah I actually found them on YouTube! I'll put the links for all of them below. I think my favourite might actually be Kisaki's though, distorted love. I like the vocals and the beat, it keeps getting stuck in my head.

Izana

youtube

Hanma

youtube

Kisaki

youtube

Kakucho

youtube

#they were all so good though!!!#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev #izana kurokawa #Kakucho #hanma shuji #kisaki tetta

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mermaidfanficlibrary · 11 months ago

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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.

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aikuse · 7 months ago

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chapter 1: cave in

❝ i'll tie my handlebars to the stars so i stay on track, and if my intentions stray, I'll wrench them away...then I'll take my leave, and I won't even look back. ❞

word count: 3,188 content: no reader mention, mention of character death, alcohol and drug usage, grief, seeing ghosts, mentions of blood & gore a/n: here is chapter one! this is a lot of lore building and setting the stage for reader to appear next chapter — you'll see them very soon, don't worry! i didn't intend for izana to appear in this chapter or in this fic in general, but given how owl city focuses a lot on schizophrenia and mental health and all that jazz, i figured having him around as a guiding compass for kaku would be really sweet <3 tags: @suyacho @qichun @kenpachisbrat @highpri3stess @fengxun @benkeibear @bleach-your-panties @enchantedforest-network @thehoneypotserver

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Kakucho is bored.

Well, "bored" may not be the best way to describe his feelings. What do you call the sense that nothing matters to you anymore? The numbness that sinks in after you've lost the one thing that made it all worth it? Whatever that is, Kakucho feels it deep inside of his bones as he wanders into the warehouse after Koko to inspect the latest shipment from one of their overseas partners.

Koko is much more suited to this lifestyle, although he's not the only one under crippling stress, much that he's placed on himself. He's dyed his hair white, and Kakucho can't help but laugh at recalling how close it is to Inui's shocking blonde hair. They'd match, oddly enough. He didn't seem to react the same way after everything shook out, but something definitely changed—warped—in him since Inui deserted him. The details behind that separation are kept behind tight lips, but Kakucho can read a room. It wasn't good.

A sigh from Koko forces him to return to the present instead of meandering on that thought stream. "This all looks good," he says simply to the worker as he tucks a clipboard underneath his arm. The worker says nothing, responding with a short nod before making the preparations to move the stacks of drugs onto another palette. Koko moves back outside, Kakucho following him quietly behind as they pause on the dock, staring across the ocean.

It's pretty today.

The breeze is full of summer warmth, the sun sparkling on the ocean's deep blue waves lapping at the shore deep below their feet. He could stay out here forever if he wanted to, his eyes sliding shut as he basks in the sunshine. Koko says nothing, simply allowing him time to soak up the sun; he knows they both need it, having been inside dealing with the Haitanis and Sanzu's shitshow relationship with Takeomi. It had been horrible lately; the boys were getting stir-crazy, and Koko had to wrangle them.

The man in question lights up a cigarette, offering a drag to Kakucho with thin fingers, painted nails flashing in his vision as he takes it, allowing the nicotine to smoothen his mind for just a moment.

"Izana would have loved this."

Kakucho's head snaps around to look at Koko. He's staring at the ocean, unblinking, his eyes narrowed. The cigarette is back in his hand, but it rests at his side, untouched, barring Kakucho's usage. There are no remnants of sadness on his face, but rather a steeled resolve etching itself into the stress wrinkles beginning to show on his skin. He doesn't sound like he's going to elaborate, and Kakucho doesn't know what forces him to say it, but he doesn't have the heart to stop himself after he hums in agreement.

"Inui would, too."

He's met with a scoff, a flash of hurt echoing across Koko's face before it's gone, the blank, analytical facial expression taking its place so fast that it's as if Kakucho imagined it. He places the cigarette in Kakucho's hands before turning on his heel, strutting back to the car, throwing over his shoulder that Kakucho doesn't have to accompany him back. "Take this spare time when you can get it," he says before sliding into the car and disappearing on silent tires. He's still not sure why he lit the damn thing in the first place, but he takes another rip; something tells him that he looked as if he needed it, not Koko.

Now, it's just Kakucho, the sun, and the sea.

With a visitor. A typical visitor these days.

He can see him. He can see Izana sitting on the pier, swinging his legs in front of him. His old Tenjiku jacket is stained blood red, mixing with the lighter red of the cloth in a horrific display of gore. The gunshot wound is still there, a massive hole in his chest, though no more blood will spill from it. Nothing else about him has changed; his silver hair still brushes against his chin as he moves his head, the earring that Kakucho now has tattooed on himself as a remembrance tinkling in the wind, the only reminder that he's here in front of him. Izana leans back on his hands, looking up at Kakucho with those beautiful lavender eyes, and Kakucho feels his own going glassy.

Now, now, he hears Izana's voice speak so clearly in his mind, as if he's here with him; there's no need for tears, alright, Kaku? Sit with me.

He abides by his ghost's wishes, taking a seat with a huff on the pier's edge. He doesn't reach for Izana's hand. It won't connect; he's tried it before. Instead, he simply sits with the apparition of his friend, smoking the rest of the cigarette, the breeze shifting through the trees, the waves hitting the shore so gently. It's like a painting right before him, one he can simply reach out and touch whenever he wants.

Are you happy, Kaku?

He scoffs again, ignoring Izana's stare into his soul. He knows he's looking at him, and he can tell without checking the expression on his face. There was this face Izana would make whenever Kakucho lied to him; white lies, big lies, whatever it was, he'd know. He chalked it up to being able to read people well, but Kakucho knew better; Izana was paranoid. Paranoid that Kakucho would leave him, that he'd be alone again even after all those nights spent together with Kakucho whispering to him that he would never think about doing that to him. He'd never.

He immediately jokes that it seems like Izana is okay with abandoning him. It stings.

"I s'pose," he says shortly, watching the cigarette smoke curl into the sky. It's a pale white, almost see-through. The nicotine continues to settle into his bloodstream as he looks back down at the ocean waves lapping at the shore. Happy. What an elusive word in a business that is so violent, full of bloodshed and rage and anger. How can he truly be happy when the one thing that did make him happy is no longer here? How does that work?

You're not. You're lying, Kaku. I can tell when you're—

"Yeah, yeah," he groans, rolling his eyes and finally turning to look at Izana, "I know."

Izana's laugh sounds like wind chimes, the type that mothers hang outside of their kitchen windows that ring and sing whenever the breeze hits them. She'll lightly tap them when it's time to come home, to settle into the kitchen, and have whatever food is on the docket for that evening. Something that Kakucho has only read about but never truly experienced; the love of a mother, or parents for that matter. A family. At least Izana had a parent as absent and unforgiving as she was.

They sit silently for a while after that, Izana kicking his feet off the pier and Kakucho finishing his cigarette as he presses it against the wet pier, successfully dousing it.

What will you do?

The question takes Kakucho by surprise. "What?" he croaks, and Izana's lips crack into a smile.

What will you do about making yourself happy again?

"Dunno. How'm I supposed to be happy when you're not here?"

Izana's face shifts into a frown.

You have Koko, and the Haitanis, and—

"They're not you!"

His voice sounds like thunder as he snarls, cutting Izana's sentence off. The rage goes as quickly as it comes, the blood in his veins cooling as he realizes how irritable he's been lately. Ever since the wake for Izana, he's not felt the same since then. He's not felt happy since then. What was there to be happy about when the one thing that kept him going suddenly disappeared? Fucking Kisaki—

He doesn't realize his fists are balled up in his lap until Izana's ghostly touch brushes against his skin. It's the first time Izana has properly touched him and the first time it's actually worked. This whole haunting thing is still new to Kakucho, but he doesn't mind it; how could he? He's got a chance to remember his best friend; why would he question something like that?

Izana's smile is warm, like a blazing fire compared to how cold he feels.

You should go back to where I'm from. It should do something for you.

"The Philippines?"

Yes. Maybe you'll find someone who can help you. Some time away could do you some good.

He had been working a lot lately. He deserved some time off, even though every single one of his paid time off requests had been denied by Koko because he's "the only one I can trust" for some reason. Although, between the choice of him, Mochi, and the Haitanis and Sanzu, he can imagine why Koko thinks that. He's undoubtedly the most reliable, although not as craft as the Haitanis and certainly not as batshit as Sanzu. Not to mention, Takeomi isn't one for dirty work; he prefers to sit on his throne and watch everything play out in front of him. He's more like Taiju Shiba than he lets on.

However, at least Taiju donned his jacket and fought when needed.

He thinks about it some more. "What do I say to Koko?"

Do you really have to say anything?

His eyes go wide. "You mean…go AWOL?"

Why not? It's time they realized they're using you, Kaku. You're not happy, I can tell.

He nods to himself. "I'll think about it."

Izana's smile is so large it could rival the sun's rays. Good.

The club is so sweaty and hot that Kakucho feels like he's melting.

Even in the VIP section above the music, the heat is unreal. Something about heat rising floats through his brain as he leans back, some sweet thing on his hip with cotton candy lip gloss pressing against his cheek. She's clad in almost no clothing, and he doesn't know her name, only that she fancies him. He needed someone to get his mind off his heavy talk with Izana.

AWOL. He could, he really could just leave. He doesn't have a last name; he could find a new one. The wedge might force Bonten to collapse; he thinks about Sanzu attempting to take over his position of watching over Koko, and Koko's face alone causes him to chuckle. The girl asks him what's so funny, but he shakes his head and waves her off. She shrugs and continues her movements, although clearly frustrated with no returns on her advancements.

A slender hand reaches for her cheek, tugging her in another direction, and Kakucho's gaze follows her to where she lands, right in Ran Haitani's lap.

He grins at Kakucho as the pretty thing slides onto him, his large hands resting on her waist. She's pretty stunning, he'll admit that; definitely more Ran's type with the bubblegum aura she has coming off of her. Her gaze is needy, doe eyes staring up at Ran as his own slide closed, leaning back against the couch as she does her handiwork.

A clap on his shoulder forces Kakucho to turn to the side and meet Rindou's purple gaze.

Rindou's eyes are not the same as Izana's, he's noticed. While Izana's were cold, steeled, and unwavering, Rindou's were more…smooth. Sensual. He was ready to con any moron who walked into the club out of a few thousand dollars and their dignity if he really wanted to make the guy squirm. He makes a good pair with Ran, who's just a different flavor of grimy; sure, he may not cheat once he finds a girl, but the problem lies in the question being asked.

He's drinking something tropical with an umbrella stuck in it.

"Kaku-chan," he slurs, and the signifier automatically has Kakucho's lip curling. "Kaku-chan? Jesus, Rindou, how much have you had?" he says gruffly, but the purple-haired man only laughs, rolling his eyes. "Who cares, man," he says, a little more coherent, "ya look bummed the fuck out. What's goin' on in that brain of yours up there?"

It's not like Rindou to get so personal, but his resolve begins to slip once he's had a few. Kakucho's seen it happen before, and it happened just like this. He knows his honeyed words aren't going to help his mood—

"Ya look like ya need a vacation, man."

The sentence has Kakucho floored. How the fuck did he know that? He thinks as he stares at Rindou, who has now realized his words are landing coherently, and a massive, drunken smile pulls at his lips. The dimples on his cheeks are small but present as he does so; Kakucho resists the urge to reach out and poke them, one by one. His face is a soft red, covered in blush from the drinks and the cocaine that's been laid out in front of them.

"I do?" he asks, not knowing what to say beyond questioning him. Rindou nods, taking another massive swig of his drink before placing it on the table and looking back up at him. "Yeah, y'do," he nods solemnly, "and frankly, y'deserve it. You've done a lot f'us, y'know? Always helpin' Koko out, makin' sure we don't do any stupid shit—"

"Yeah, well, you end up doing it anyway, so I must be doing a shit job." His tone is firm, but he can't help chuckling at Rindou's sentiments. They might be empty, but they're something.

Rindou's laugh is high-pitched and nasally as he slaps his thigh. "Ha! Well, y'do ya best, I'll say that much," he says, nodding as if he's made a great joke.

There's some silence between them, the music taking the place of the lack of words before Rindou looks at him. It's with a different expression, and his eyes seem much clearer, almost like the drugs are wearing off…or kicking in. Kakucho can barely tell the difference anymore. However, there's something knowing in his eyes, chilling Kakucho's blood. The heat around him feels nonexistent under Rindou's gaze; it's like he's caught in a predator's web as if he's seeing if Kakucho would dip like that.

"You know," he says slowly, his hand clapping on Kakucho's shoulder a little too firmly, "if ya ever did just fuck off to who knows where, I won't tell anyone. Scout's honor or whatever the fuck people say."

"I'm not planning on going anywhere."

"Yes, y'are. Can see it in ya face."

Kakucho blinks. "Fuck off, Rindou," he growls, but Rindou shakes his head.

"I'm bein' f'real, Kakucho. Don't think anyone was as fucked up as you were after Izana. You were his best friend, man; I get it if ya feel like ya have to escape—"

Kakucho's voice is ice as he gently lifts Rindou's hand from his shoulder, placing it back onto his lap. "Don't you dare speak his name," he says, his tone so terrifying that Rindou's eyes widen as he begins to stand, "and don't you dare tell me that you get it. You don't. You love this life. You love the attention, the drugs, the fucking women, you love it all. I don't. I'm not made for this shit. It's obvious—"

Rindou's hand grabbing his pants leg has him pause, and his response has him turning around again.

"So leave."

"What?" It comes out as a hiss.

"Leave. Go. Go tonight, man. Just fuck off. If ya don't like it, don't stay. You're a grown fuckin' man, aren't ya?"

"Fuck off, Rindou."

And with that, Kakucho grabs his coat and stalks out into the cold night air. It hits him as soon as he steps foot outside of the club, one of the doormen running up to him and asking if he needs a ride. He shakes his head. It'll do him some good to walk alone as he begins to wander down the street. He's sober, having not touched alcohol since Izana's death (he'd had a long battle with alcohol after that, to the point where he'd be betraying Izana himself if he put a bottle to his lips again). He almost wished he wasn't as he pulls his coat tighter around him.

He can see Izana next to him, so much shorter than him but somehow keeping pace.

Rindou means well, you know.

"Yeah, he sure fuckin' sucks at showing it," he groans, curling over himself to light up a cigarette. Izana doesn't comment on it, but Kakucho can see in his eyes that there's a fleeting sadness there. Sadness that Kakucho has kept up such a toxic habit.

You shouldn't smoke those.

"Oh yeah, and go back to the bottle? You've seen me on that. Trust me, this is better."

Izana shrugs. I guess.

There's quiet after that as Kakucho wanders. The street gives way to fewer streetlights, the stars above him sparkling and taking his breath away as he looks up. He sees Izana looking up at him, a grin tugging at his lips. They're so pretty tonight, aren't they? He says, and Kakucho nods, taking a seat on a nearby bench to take a load off. He takes a drag from the cigarette, leaning back against the bench. Izana settles next to him. It's not that he has to since he's dead and his legs don't tire out, but it's a nice gesture.

Rindou wanted you to leave.

"Was that you? Putting thoughts in his head?"

No. I can only be seen by you. You know this.

Kakucho sighs. "Yeah, it'd be cool if that wasn't the case, but thanks for making me feel special."

Kakucho.

His name is said in such a firm tone that he can't help but look at Izana dead in the face.

You have to go. You know you do. Even Rindou noticed.

The weight of what he's saying sinks heavily onto Kakucho's shoulders as he leans forward, his forearms on his knees as he clasps his hands together in front of him, the cigarette being held between his lips. He already has a destination; it's clear everyone else around him thinks he deserves one, and Rindou won't even remember what he's said tomorrow morning once the drugs have worn off. This is his chance; this might be the only chance he gets to leave.

There's a song somewhere playing faintly, and the lyrics are the final cherry on top.

Please take a long, hard look through your textbook 'Cause I'm history When I strap my helmet on, I'll be long gone Cause I've been dying to leave Yeah, I'll ride the range and hide all my loose change In my bedroom 'Cause riding a dirt bike down a turnpike Always takes its toll on me

"Alright, fine," he huffs, and Izana's eyes light up next to him. Really?

"Yes, you insufferable idiot." Insufferable? You love me. "Yeah, yeah."

The universe is pelting him with messages, nods, and winks. He can see fate standing before him, her hand outstretched. She smiles expectantly, her eyes twinkling as his rough hand takes it.

See what happens.

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haitani-bruvz · 1 year ago

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FAMILY AFFAIRS

Chapter 4 preview

previous part

Shinichiro x Reader, Mikey x Reader, Izana x Reader

Please enjoy an excerpt of chapter 4 :) Full chapter coming soon!!

DARK CONTENT!!! MDNI READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

Series TW: Yandere, smut, murder, noncon/dubcon, drugging, kidnapping, pseudo-incest (reader is considered a sibling but not blood-related), physical abuse, emotional abuse, mentions of child abuse, and neglectful parents, ages of characters are shifted around a bit (Shin is younger)

Sept. 6th ****

Groggy and disoriented, you slowly pried open your eyelids. The world around you was hazy, senses dulled as if emerging from a deep slumber. A persistent ringing echoed in your ears, making it difficult to tell what was happening and where you were. As your vision cleared, you found yourself lying on a couch in an unfamiliar room, bathed in the dim light of the street below.

Before you stood a large window that framed the Tokyo skyline in the distance. Amongst the towering structures, a familiar luxury boutique stood like a sentinel from your past. Rapponggi? you wondered before your attention turned to sudden sounds.

Muffled voices reverberated around you, distant and fragmented. your gaze shifted to two figures in the room—tall, imposing, with vivid purple hair that seemed to shimmer in the subdued light. Matching tattoos adorned their necks- odd symbols that sparked something in your mind. It triggered a vague sense of recognition, but the details remained just out of reach, obscured by the daze.

They conversed as if you were not present, their words dancing just beyond the grasp of comprehension.

"… and both leaders sent us looking for her. The irony, right?" one of the figures mused, a touch of amusement in their tone. "I wonder who'll be more pleased to see her— boss or Hitto. Its been over a decade for both after all"

The other figure chuckled in response, a low sound that sent a shiver down your spine. "Could've saved time if we knew Shiba was the one helping her. Wasted three years chasing that idiot from the pet shop."

The conversation swirled around you, but you struggled to focus, to understand the significance of their words and their connection to your existence. Why were you hear? Who were these men? Were they the ones who got your parents? Were you next? Were they even talking about you in the first place??

Just as their voices began to fade, a door creaked open and a lanky, dark figure began to make its way inside the room. Panic surged within you, the instinct to flee gripping your mind. But before you could react, a touch brushed against your cheek, grounding you in a moment of clarity. With a start, you awoke, heart racing as you found yourself back in the familiar confines of the orphanage.

Izana's concerned gaze met yours, his fingers still lingering on your skin. The echo of the dream clung to your thoughts, flashes of the figure in the doorway making you shiver and grip your blanket. As you struggled to shake off the remnants of the dream, your eyes fell upon the earring adorning Izana's ear. Its design bore an uncanny resemblance to the symbol on the tattoo—the symbol etched on those figures' necks. Panic swelled within you, but you quickly dismissed it as your mind playing tricks, reassuring yourself that it was all a dream. ' the earring must have been the last thing I had seen before I fell asleep' you thought. but still, it felt too real, the men, their voices, the room...

You shook your head, trying to dispel the unsettling feeling that lingered. As your gaze lifted, you found Izana's concerned eyes locked onto yours. His brows furrowed, and you realized that the distress you were feeling must have been evident on your face. "Hey, you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine worry.

a/n: didn't want this sitting in my drafts for too long :) also, hope you guys caught the hints of some new faces, one of which was mentioned a few chapters ago :)

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stxrmylxve · 2 years ago

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Comforting Times

Notes:

GN!reader

everyone is aged up

use of pet names (vague)

tramatic event with izana’s

mentions of blood in kazutora’s

lots of crying-

𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒿𝒾𝓇𝑜 “𝓂𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓎” 𝓈𝒶𝓃𝑜

“What’s wrong (y/n)?” he asked as he opened his eyes to stare up at you from your lap where his head rested.

Your bottom lip trembled before replying with a quiet “nothing.”

Though the lip would go unnoticed by most, mikey has a keen sense of observation and he noticed it almost immediately. He didn’t say anything, words had never done anything for him in the past, he instead weaved his arms around your waist and sat there, face smushed against your stomach as you began to shed tears.

They were quiet, still full of pain, but quiet. You had been known to be a crybaby, but these weren’t the normal pained cries; they were comforted.

“Mikey, y-you don’t have to do this. I..I’m just a crybaby.” you choked out, but his hug only tightened around you, showing you that he cared no matter if you were a crybaby or not.

He sat there with you, you bawling while he just hummed your favorite song, allowing you time to let it all out. He knew what pain was, he was in it everyday almost, but his heart ached even more to hear your sobs as you babbled about the hardships.

if it had to do with someone, they were delt with

𝓇𝓎𝓊𝑔𝓊𝒿𝒾 “𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓃” 𝓀𝑒𝓃

A blank expression camped your face as you watched a movie with draken. There was no emotion, dispite this being a movie that was your favorite to cry during. He knew something was wrong with you, but how did he ask about it?

He cleared his throat awkwardly, “baby?”

“Hmmm?” you hummed back as you sniffed, a stray tear falling as you side-eye him.

“S’mthin’ up at all or am I delusional?” he asks.

“Uhm.. no. I’m fine!” you played it off, laughing at your own stupidity as more tears began to fall.

“Woah woah hey, you alright?” he asks as he brings you closer to him, letting you rest your head on his chest as he rubbed circles on your back.

“Come on, talk to me. Please?” he asks, not pushing the matter too much, but still wanting you to be free of your emotions and a little more open with your feelings as a whole with him.

“later.” you wail out as rivers flow from your eyes, silent sobs erupting from his chest as he leans down and leaves a peck on your forehead.

“alright then.” he says with a sad smile as he pauses the movie and rubs your back comfortingly.

𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔬 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔣𝔲𝔶𝔲

“Peke J, sweetie, I’m back!” he calls as he closes the door, slides off his shoes at the door, and walks towards the kitchen to set down the bags in his hand from the convenience store.

There he found you, leaned over the counter crying, a pool of salty tears below you with Peke J beside you laying against your shoulder.

“Sweetie what’s wrong?!” he yells as he quickly puts the bags on the opposite counter and rushes over to you. this poor boy

“M-My.. phone.. look at i-it” you babble out between sobs as he reads over the texts, baffled and angered at the things said.

“Hun, you know those aren’t true. You know I mean it when I say you’re perfect. Especially for me and Peke J, right?” he says with a laugh as he rubs the cat’s head, then pats yours with a smile.

“Come on, don’t let them get to your head. They don’t know you like I do. Plus I got (favorite food) when I saw it at the store, it would be a shame if it went to waste..” he says with a sly grin as you wipe your tears and begin to straighten yourself for the food he had gotten.

“It won’t go to waste!” you say, laughing with him as you both unbag all of the food.

𝔰𝔥𝔲𝔧𝔦 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔪𝔞

Shuji walks into the door, wiping some blood of another onto his dark suit to not worry you. It was early morning, around 12:35am, but you knew he had business and as long as he woke up next to you the next morning, that is all you could ask for.

He checked on the couch to see if you were there, then the kitchen, then the bed.

“(y/n)? Where are you?” he yells through the house, but it remained idle and eerily quiet.

“shit. did that stupid gang get to them? I’ll beat their asses until-”

You came up behind him, hugging him from behind as you both stood there quietly. The tears stained his expensive suit, but he didn’t care. He turned around and places his hand on your back, moving his right hand which read “sin” up to pet your hair as you both swayed back and forth.

“What happened love?” he asks softly, almost a whisper, when your sobs began to quiet down.

“O-on the way home.. a gang. Said they knew you. I-I didn’t know what to do but they chased me all the way home. Kisaki is in the other room c-‘cause he had to help me home after they hit me.” you babbled out as his grip tightened on you for a second, anger pooling in his stomach.

“Did you get a description on them? or anyone?” he asks with a smile as he continues to pet your head, kisaki emerging from the balcony with a sigh.

“You know as good as I do that it is never smart to ask someone about a tramatic time right after it happens” kisaki deadpans with a scowl as he came up to pat you on the back before walking past you both.

“Do anything to them and I will get the gang on you.” kisaki muttered under his breath as he walks out, making hanma break out into a shit-eating grin.

“of course I won’t, no flying fuck will ever hurt them. ♡”

𝔦𝔷𝔞𝔫𝔞 𝔨𝔲𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔞𝔴𝔞

(this one is more intense and longer bc.. plot 😃)

“Ran, I swear to god. Put down your baton and stop beating that guy up. He’s already finished, stop beating a dead horse and come on before we get caught.” Izana yelled as Ran sighs and folds his baton up, shoving it in his pocket before jogging to join the gang to look at the aftermath.

“Theres a few still up. Who are they fighting though? Never seen them before..” Rindou thinks out loud as he taps his heels against the cargo container as Izana reverts his attention to the fight.

There were two men ganged up on you, and you had the upper hand as they had already been beaten by others, but you could only fight for so long before even the best could tire out.

“Leave me alone! I just want to talk to him!” you yell as you get knocked down, your back faced to Izana’s gang as the two men inched up on you.

“You interviened with our fight, let our opponent get away, and you want to get away? Not happening sweetheart.” the men said as one of them grabbed you by the neck, lifting you up above their heads to where you were dangling at their mercy. Tears started to fall as your hands battled their strong ones, but their grip only tightened around your neck.

“is that (y/n)?” Rindou asks, but Izana had already jumped down and was running full force towards the two men, Ran right behind him to take out the other one with his baton.

“LET THEM GO!” Izana yelled as he landed a punch deadset on the man’s temple, knocking you out of his grip as you fell down and held your throat, gasping for sweet air you had been without.

You curled up as you listened to Izana and Ran beat up the two men, groans filling the air as they were beaten with the baton. Something was feral about the two, maybe because of what the other gang had done to you, but they cared about you a lot.

“(y/n)? c’mon, lets go. You don’t need to see this.” Ran said as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. As you looked up, you could see Izana perched over the man that had held you, bashing his face in even more than it had been before. mikey stan??

Later on he arrived home, later than both of you would have liked, but he arrived in one piece and with the strength you had felt from those two from your small brawl, you were overjoyed he was home.

“Hey.” he said simply as he put his shoes up and sat next to you on the couch, tilting your head up to examine your neck for marks or bruising so far.

“I’m fine now. I was just.. coming to see you. And when I saw you guys, I didn’t see them. I just.. wanted to see you. Not get you into a fight. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten involved, I’m so stupid.” you ramble about as you tucked your head into your hands, ashamed of yourself more than anything along the lines of being sad or hurt.

“Oh come on, we both know you aren’t stupid. I’m stupid, I should have quit the gang when I became involved with you. I knew it would catch up to us. If any of them ever come after you again, I’ll bash their heads in-”

“Izana.”

“Sorry sorry, I just hate seeing you hurt because of me and my dealings. But if they touch you again-”

“Izana!”

𝔨𝔞𝔷𝔲𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔞 𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔶𝔞

After mikey had beaten him up, he stumbled home by himself, hurt both physically and emocionally by the audacity and the emotionless beat from mikey.

As soon as he walked in, you went from your normal hug to rushing to get the medical kit for him. You were beyond worried, to the point you were scared of his besten state.

“Kazutora! What happened?!” you exclaim as he sits down on the couch, blood dripping from his nose onto his already stained pants.

“Mikey. He uh.. well we got in a fight.” he says after a while of being silent, which was due to the excruciating pain from the alcohol seeping into his skin as you cleaned up his face and body.

“I can tell that you idiot!” you exclaim as small tears form. There was no reason you were crying, but seeing him, well, anyone, like this was heartbreaking for you, especially when they were so special like he was to you.

“Woah, why are you crying? I should be more than you.” he questions as you rest your head on his shoulder to stabilize yourself.

“You’re just.. you don’t care that you’re like this. Doesn’t it hurt? To be like this? Bleeding and stumbling home?” you mumble as tears paint streaks down his shirt sleeve.

“Well yeah, of course it hurts,” he deadpans “but at least you’re the one bandaging me up instead of the medic at juvy. And even if I might not express it, I appreciate your hugs when I get home and I haven’t gotten mine yet.” he says with a dry laugh.

𝔟𝔞𝔧𝔦 𝔨𝔢𝔦𝔰𝔲𝔨𝔢

“What the hell happened?!” baji yells as he bursts into the bedroom, startling chifuyu and only making you cry harder than you had been.

“They uh..” chifuyu cleared his throat awkwardly “got a taste of a gang.”

Baji walked infront of you to get the full view of your temple with an ice pack on it while there were cuts and bruises littered on your skin throughout the rest of your body.

“The hell? Which gang chifuyu?” baji asks as he kneels down to place his hands on your knees in a sort of way to comfort your pain away.

“Valhalla. Met hanma, and you know how sadistic he is with people.” chifuyu says as he puts away his things into his bag and wraps up the first aid kit.

“Fucking hell. Thanks for bandaging them up for me, chifuyu. I’ll stop by your shop later.” baji says as he ducks his head, laying there on your thighs to ponder all the things he could do to Hanma.

“baji.. just don’t kill him, okay?” you say weakly with a strained smile as he sighs and smiles himself

“No promises, love.”

𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔦 𝔪𝔦𝔱𝔰𝔲𝔶𝔞

Mitsuya was expecting you to be at a party, but when his little sisters said you were in your shared room asleep, he couldn’t help but worry why.

“When did they get home?” he asks the girls.

Luna and Mana glanced at each other before shrugging and saying “dunno an hour ago?”

He sighed and went to his studio, placing down the bag of supplies there before walking to your room.

Opening the door, and there you were asleep, the outfit he had made for you laying on the floor ripped and stained with red. Your breaths were shallow, deep in slumber as he examined the outfit and then your sleeping figure.

“What trouble did you get into..?” he asks himself as he rubbed circles on your shoulder.

“I didn’t, they found me.” you replied groggily, taking mitsuya by surprise.

“Who exactly is ‘they’?” he asks as he looks back at the apparel on the floor next to the bed.

“mmm… what was the name..? said they were.. Moebius.” you said as you rubbed your eyes.

“Moebius? We delt with them a long time ago..” mitsuya says to himself as he looks back to you.

“Did they hurt you? What is the red?” he asks, motioning to the outfit’s evident coloring.

“No, they didn’t hurt me, just threw wine bottles at me. You can see one of them hit me in the gut.”

“I can tell. They won’t hurt you again, okay? Not on my watch they won’t. I’ll go after them a second time myself if I have to.”

𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔞𝔨𝔦 𝔱𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔞

“Hanma leave me alone. I’m going in here, I didn’t invite you. Why did you even walk me home?” he asks as he leans against the doorway.

“Well, I’m your assistant. It’s nice talking with you on the way home ♡”

“You know I’m fine without that so called ‘assistant’ to walk home, right?” kisaki deadpans.

“I didn’t want you getting hurt. Better to have protection.” hanma says with a grin as he towers over kisaki at the doorway.

”Disgusting.” kisaki says before slamming the door in hanma’s face, rubbing his temple as he walks towards the bathroom to freshen up.

“What is wrong with him..?” kisaki mutters to himself as he takes his glasses off and sets them on the counter before heading to the bathroom and splashing cold water on his face.

“How was work?” you ask, scaring the shit out of him as he meets eyes with you through the mirror.

“You saw me and hanma, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did. Kisa, is he more than you claim him to be as?” you ask with a quiver to your lip.

A long silence hangs in the air before a sigh is heard

“Why would I ever date that stupid giant, (y/n?)”

“Well he is always around, and not to be rude, but he loves up on you like he is personal with you. You barely allow me to be that close, and your assistant is up on you?” you exclaim, shocking kisaki with the sudden emotion eruption from you.

“I allow you be that close-”

“No you don’t, Kisaki.”

Now that was messed up. Kisaki? You hadn’t ever called him his real name since you started dating him a few years back.

“Just.. I don’t care anymore. Why can’t I do the things he does..? Hug you, pratically cuddle you, lean on your shoulder?” you ask quietly as your lip quivers even more. You held back tears, barely, but you did. You didn’t want him to see how jealous you were over a simple interaction, but it got to you.

His eyebrow arches somehow more than the mountains they already are as he turns to you fully as he wipes his hands off with a towel.

“You’ve been allowed to do that all this time, what made you think you couldn’t?”

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Hi! I kinda didn’t know what to do for a few tbh, but I powered through and got.. this? Should I make a part two??

Talk to me if you have a request! <3

(and yes, the dividers for each character are mine.)

I hope this doesn’t happen but please don’t reuse my works/translate them to other platforms! They’re mine and mine only, but you can use them for inspiration and credit me!!

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' DOC AND BOSS ' [part one] [REMASTERED]

mafia boss! izana x doctor! reader

summary ... finding an injured member of the tenjiku yakuza hiding in an alleyway beside your apartment.. you decide to help!... not knowing he's the one in charge..

warnings ... bullet wound, izana is a bit snappy right now, fluff?, author trying to put their somewhat good writing skills to use..

an ... THIS IS AN EDITED VERSION OF CHAPTER ONE!!... sooo this was inspired by DEAD GIRL'S BEACH by @kokoch4n3l but this fic is a lot more fluffy... lol

[DOC AND BOSS masterlist]

tenjiku was one of the biggest yakuza's that ran tokyo--they were second compared to toman

but still one of the biggest when it came to land and property.. and one of their properties was your apartment complex-- your home

most who lived in this apartment building paid their bills to tenjiku, as they were the ones who kept this building from being destroyed by the government and replaced by some fancy work company.. and also leading you to being homeless..

you were very grateful for the fact they protected this apartment building... it was the cheapest and the closest to your job and university

around 8:45pm you finally were able to leave your job and drive back in the rainy night, ready to get in your comfy pj's and watch crime moves for the rest of the night and maybe order some yellow rice and soup to eat while you watch....! yeah that sounds nice

finally parking in front of your building and having a look outside the car window to see the harsh rain pouring down

you can only imagine how cold it is outside your warm car... and how wet too..

looking behind your driver's seat and reaching for your umbrella to fight back against the pouring rain from soaking you to your very core

"alright.. let's just hope I don't get completely soaked through.."

quickly opening the car door and rushing to open the umbrella over your head, shutting the door and pressing onto your car key to hear the 'beep!' of the car locking

blowing a warm breath you start to carefully walk towards the stairs that lead to your apartment, careful not to slip and bust your ass on the pavement in the process..

but hearing a loud groan made you freeze in place and hearing another louder groan over the rushing rain made you tense again but you quickly walked up the stairs and ran into your apartment... you weren't risking any crime movie shenanigans..

putting your bag down onto the bench under the coat hanger and turning your head towards the door as the.. guilty conscience starts to eat you up from the inside

what if someone was in need of help? you're not taking classes to be a doctor for nothing..!

you groan in annoyance and throw your white coat on the floor before taking the raincoat hanging on the coat hanger and quickly putting it on

slamming the door behind yourself and cussing out: "I hate being a damn doctor..! hate having a good heart..to help others! damn!"

hugging your waist to fight the cold that the rain is giving off and carefully walk down the stairs to your doom

"hopefully it's just the fucking wind and no one is actually here so I can go take my ass upstairs and--" cutting your rant short when turning the corner and seeing someone laying on the muddy ground

drenched and shivering the person was also groaning in pain

"crap.." you whisper and slowly begin to walk toward the person still being cautious and mindful of who this person you were going to help was

crouching down, careful to not touch the muddy water below

examing the man who was shakily breathing through his mouth and scrunching his eyes shut

his white long hair was muddied up and drenched

you looked down to see him holding his abdomen--blood was soaking his uniform, he was wearing the uniform of a tenjiku member!!... craaaaaap...

quickly pulling your phone out of your pocket and covering it from the rain you dial the number for an ambulance but a rough hand grabs your wrist and tries to yank the phone out of your hand "ACK!!" letting out a loud yelp

you stood up--yanking your wrist out of his grasp, and letting your phone drop near the man

you glared down at the man but quickly your breath was taken away by his eyes --which were a beautiful shade of lavender and they were staring daggers right into your own.. but they softened? when his gaze met yours

swallowing the built-up saliva in your mouth "you've been shot.. you need to go to the hospital" voice a soft whisper

he shakes his head against the wet concreate "..no..."

no? this man really wants to suffer with a bullet then..

"you-" "you..help me" the man cuts you off

"what!? wait- no! I can't! I don't have the-" your rambling gets cut off with a soft but desperate cry from the man

were you really going to drag a muddy wet mafia man up the stairs and into your apartment?..

you nervously look off to the side again as the white-haired man has been staring at you consecutively for the past couple of minutes after his 'removing bullets' procedure, you'er even surprised he's still awake after that

he's lying on his back with towels beneath him soaking up the dirty water that dripped off of him, bandages wrapped around his entire abdomen and he was facing towards you with a soft but blank? expression, like he was trying to hide everything behind his face and not give you a clue of what he's thinking..

he would shiver once in a while from the cold and you weren't so sure if you wanted to get him a blanket.. and get it soaked muddied up.. maybe you should towel him off properly before getting him a blanket? that sounded like a plan!

"im going to go and get another towel to pat you dry so I can put a blanket over you, please- please don't get up or move around, ok?" you stated

he slowly moved his head in agreement "alright- uh- I'll make you some warm food too- any preferences?" you ask

"no, anything will be alright, just get me out of the cold" he growled

you stood up briskly and rushed to find a towel and bedcover for him before he decided to stop playing nice

coming back minutes later and thankfully he didn't try to move anywhere, wandering to him and crouched down on your knees

"ok, I'll towel you off quickly!.. then you can have the bedcover and I'll get some pain medicine for you, also to try to get some rest, your body needs it...badly" you rambled to him

he didn't say anything back but the look on his face told you to 'get on with it'

jeez...what did you get yourself into...?

an ... OK! i edited some parts in and out and extended the ending! boom!! now I have to edit the masterlist and everything should be good! yaaaaaaaay!!

taglist ... @sennkawwa @mariam12344 @khfviq @wutap @bontensbabygirl @m0onz1 @ilybbg @kazutora-kurokawa @riritvt @manji-hoe @firstdivisiongirl @ureuphoriasworld @haikyuusboringassmanager @kokoch4n3l @m-ilkiee

[SORRY FOR TAGGING YOU SO MUCH, IM TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY SOME ARE NOT BEING TAGGED :( ]

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