In the face of danger.. [Mikey x reader] Tokyo revengers fanfic

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He taught her to paint.

"Ok, now make sure you fist in tight and don't focus your energy so much into your swing, but more as with your hips and length."

He taught her to fight.

"You can't always wear pants. But, you can wear shorts. Then you can get away with it. They're just trying to get you ready for school uniforms."

He was her comfort, her leader, her brother, and the only person she had left.

"Onioka-kun. Where's Papa, he should be home by now right?" That was the day everything changed for the two, or more so Y/n.

The only other person in her life, had abandoned them. And, Mrs Onioka was the one to look after them. Feeling the need to ball up in a corner and cry about the pain,

she changed course and ran to find her big brother. "Onii-chan!" Hanma was putting on hsi shoes near the front door. "I'm going out." Was all he said slamming the door behind him.

That wasn't gonna stop her as she slipped on her shoes as well, following after. She didn't speak tailing behind her brother and into a building.

She walked inside as well, the bell to the front door ringing as she entered.

"What are you going here kid? This aint a place for little girls." She looked around at the many paintings and 'drawings' that were displayed her mouth opened in suprise.

"Could I get this?" She asked pointed to the tattoos. "You need an apoin- no." Picking up a sheet with a dragon, she awed at the designs and the perfect outline for the scales that seemed to reflect in the light.

"I want that one." She said pointing to it. "I don't give tattoos to kids. I already told you." Looking around Y/n finally got an idea, reaching into her brothers jacket.

She pulled out an old wallet looking at the outprint. "Hm, Dr. Hanma." She shrugged her shoulders taking out a card a placing it on the counter. "I'll pay double, I want it." She said desperate for the design.

"Look if this is a joke, you can stop, and get out my shop." Y/n shook her head pointing to the picture over and over again. "I'm not that inexperianced with pain ok. I think we both know how this goes. But it's your money."

The male raised an eyebrow, intrugued by the girls words before walking to the back. When he came back out he looked her up an down. "It'll be 30 minutes." She shook her head. "I need it now." Smiling the male picked up the black card.

"That'll be extra." He said, and Y/n nodded.

Sitting in a leather seat, Y/n rolled up her sleeves placing her arm on an arm rest. "What made you come here kid?" Y/n looked up on the ceiling as something was rubbed on her arm. The cool sensation was there for a while before her arm was propped out.

"I was just walking around. I passed by this place a few times, so it kind of called out to me."
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"There is a thing, where you lie. Like if I said, "You're ugly." I'd be lying. When you lie you say something that is untrue. But when you use it, you have to be quick and it has to make sense."

"How do I do that Onii-san?"

"I'll teach you!"
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The tattoo artist nodded looking at her arm. "Alright, this is gonna hurt a bit." Taking in a deep breath Y/n shut her eyes as the buzzing from the tattoo machine.

At first there was tingling, and then came the absoulute rapture of pain. 'Think about what Onii-san would think of you being weak.' As much as the thought calmed her