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

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the tattoo still felt like needles shooting through her body. Taking a few deep breath she closed her eyes trying to relax a bit as the buzzing of the machine faded away and she fell asleep.

"Yo! Kid, wake up." Y/n grumbled from the force of being shaken violently, "Wake up kid! I'm not babysitting." She immediantly shot up looking around and sighing. "What happened?" She asked, as the man motioned to her shoulder.

Turning to the mirror, saran wrap was placed over her upperarm like a sleeve the dragon in perfect condition of placement. "Woah.." The male walked up behind her ruffling her hair.

His features showing in a new light to her.

Back curled yet long black silky hair, with purplish eyes, and long eyelashes. His lips were wrapped around a cigarette, a pierceing evident on his lip and nose as he let out a huff of smoke.

"Your beautiful." Covering her mouth, wishing she could hide from her words Y/n mentally cursed herself, moving to her tattoo for a distraction. "Thanks kid." He said back.

"..I got other customers y'know." He said as Y/n nodded walking back to the front. "What's your name?" She asked. "..Kumishira Amun." He said, squishing the cigarette bud into an ash tray as they walked down the hall.

"Amun? Is that a foreign name?" He nodded. "Amun is egyptian for hidden one. My mom named me that. Cool right?" Y/n nodded as they finally made it to the front room.

"Well it was nice to meet you kid." Y/n smiled turning around before looking back for Amun. "You aren't gonna ask m-" But he was gone. "You done kid? Come on and get your card."

Still shooken up Y/n walked back to the counter grabbing the card and placing it in her pocket. "Black card eh? What's a kid like you doing with that?" Y/n shrugged her shoulders leaving the shop and standing across the street.

Her arm still felt numb as her mind lingered back from Amun, to her brother. Walking out of the tattoo shop, Hanma had his hands in his pockets as he walked down towards an alleyway, Y/n still following.

As soon as she turned the corner, it all went black.

Silence surrounded all of Y/n's senses as she woke up from her knocker out state. Now not only was her arm aching, but her head was too. "Didn't mean to knock her out that hard. Sorry." A hand touched her forhead before she slapped it away.

"How'd she get out of the rope?!" Vision foggy and the words all around her choppy, Y/n massaged her temple with her right hand. "Why were you following me?"

She knew that voice all to well. "Shuj-"

*Slap*

That was new. Y/n sat comeplelty unfazed and glared back at him. "Who did you all kidnap this ti-, kid?" Y/n looked over to see Amun.

"You know her boss?" Amun walked over swiping a finger over her bruised cheek. "No she just so happens to have showed up and I call her a nickname. Yeah, I know her. She's my number one customer. But why is she here?"

Nobody answered as they didn't know what to say. "Answer my damn question." The five boys that stood with Hanma looked at eachother before one of them broke.

"It was an order from Hanma sir. He believed he was being tailed because she used a card with his last name on it."

Y/n kept herself from snickering. "Oh, that card." She said innocently eyeing Hanma. "She's my sister." He mumbled as Amun walked over.

"I couldn't hear you say it louder for the people in the back please?" Amun placed a hand to his ear as Hanma balled up his fists.
"She's my sister. Sir." Amun seemed to smile pleased as he walked back over to Y/n.

"Then maybe she should join us!"

Hanma seemed to flinch at that. "I don't think-" Amun clapped his hands together. "Alrighty then! Perfect, we'll have her ready in no time." all eyes were on Y/n as Amun pulled her off.

Finally making it into a room Amun handed her a box. "Help yourself, they're completly new." Y/n hesitated still standing by the door. "Come on, I don't bite."

That was clear to anybody, but at the same time, To have that much power over somebody, means you probably do. Especially if that someone was Hanma.

Opening the box Y/n felt a..bra? Another short fabric, some shorts, and..a jacket.

Holding up the white jacket Y/n admired it turning it around and laying it on the box. The headless angel printed across the back.

"Do you like it?" Y/n's soul practically leaped from her body not noticing that Amun was already behind her. "Yeah, it's nice." She said turning to place the jacket in the box.

"But that is it for?" Amun smiled grabbing the outfit from out of the box and laid it out on a bed. "It's yours. Since your joining our gang now." Y'n ran a finger across the fabric.

'Gang?'

"These used to be my younger sisters, before she left. She was the heart of our gang, and now I want you to be part of that too." Amun held up the jacket helping Y/n put it on to test if it fit.

"Why are you letting me in this easily?" Amun smiled. "That's easy. Your're all looking for our own adult to lean on right? Well I plan to be that. Maybe even more than that, like.."

Amun snapped his fingers turning to look at Y/n. "A family?" Amun nodded. "Exactly like a family. Now you can change, I want to show you a few things outside." Standing up from the bed, Amun walked back out the door closing it as Y/n hurridly changed.

The bra was a bit big on the shoulders so Y/n tightened them looking at the tube top that went over it.

"Onioka-san would be so disappointed. In this outfit." She mumbled feeling on her shoulder as she carried the jacket on her arm walking back out to the basement.

"Ah! She's ready. Everybody, meet Senjikuro-kun." Y/n looked out to the five men infront of her. "This is, Tsunaru, Mo, Tajika, and Nikasaki. We six are the captains of Valhalla."

8 sets of eyes scanned the girl from head to toe. "What are you doing bringing her into the mix. Better yet leadership, none of our guys know her, they won't respe-"

*SLAP*

"It's not a decision.."

*SLAP*

"And there is no opinionated accusations of what you think, or they think,"

*SLAP*

"What I say goes. And Senjikuro-san, is second in command."

"You said that was going to an important person, one worthy of the spot. You said it had to be earned!" Tajika yelled. "But then you let this bitch come and take over. She can barely take a punch, better yet kill." Y/n knew Tsunaru wasn't lying, but at the same time

why was she even here? "That's...not my name." Y/n said, as the stubby chinned man faced her. "What did you say?" He asked threatningly. "I said, "that is not my name" now obviously you are not deaf." Amun had a smirk spread across his face as the other male got angry.

"You already know how we settle these brawls. If your really that angry we can take it to the pit." Tsunaru scoffed. "I bet this bitch can't even handle the pit. She'll be dead in no time." He spat down towards her shoes as the others winced in disgust.

"If you wanna talk about who the real bitch is, maybe look in the mirror. Since, you were so hellbent on becoming the second hand. If you beat me in the pit, you can have more blood on your hands..and the second in command spot. But if I win, well you won't live to see, manchild." Tsunaru huffed in anger trudging towards Y/n as she smiled devlishly.

"Amun, i'm gonna accept the fight this manchild was speaking about." Amun nodded tapping Tsunaru's shoulder, and walking away. 'Was that a goodbye?' Tsunaru wondered as Y/n followed along with Amun.

"I'll kill that bitch."