pervy bf!niki was there for u when u broke up with ur shitty ex bf a few months after moving in. he comforted u best he could, cradling u as u cried into his chest. it was so difficult to keep u close to him, trembling and pressing against his side. he clenched his jaw each time his cock twitched in his sweats with each little whimper that left ur lips. “shhh.. i’m here..” fucking hell.
pervy bf!niki who heard u masturbating for the first time and stopped everything he was doing. he was in the bathroom — the room right next to urs. he heard those desperate whines and quickly undid his pants, leaning against the counter, letting his aching cock spring free. “shit, baby… so fuckin’ dirty..” he murmured to himself, pumping his cock in sync with ur moans.
pervy bf!niki who couldn’t sleep one night, thoughts consumed by u. he was lying on his stomach, face barrier in the pillows as he grinded against his own bed. “fuck. oh, i need you’re pussy so bad..” he whined, smearing precum all over his sheets.
pervy bf!niki who fucked his hand with ur pretty pink panties wrapped around his cock. u weren’t home and he was so fucking needy, he couldn’t help it. the fabric soon became sticky with his cum, the ruined lace turning him on even more. this was something he wasn’t gonna tell u abt, dropping them in the wash right after he was done.
pervy bf!niki who loves the sound of ur cunt when it gets all sloppy and wet. “fuck, hear that?” he grunts, curling and jerking two fingers inside ur sopping hole, ur juices squirting out each time. “m-mmh..” ur whimpers only make his pace quicken. “so hot.. you gonna cum?”
pervy bf!niki who loves, loves, loves dry humping. that day u finally gave urself over to him, u were so needy. he had u so wound up, u had started grinding on his denim covered thigh. the rough fabric making u dizzy as it rubbed against ur clit. “that’s it.. make yourself feel good..” and when u whimpered, shifting until ur throbbing core was right over his clothed cock? he lost it, now rutting his hips up into urs.
pervy bf!niki who stuffs u full. made sure his cock was buried deep inside ur tight, gummy walls before he even thought about cumming. with one leg thrown over his shoulder, he knocked his hips into urs with an urgency u had never seen before. “f-fuck.. fuck—gonna cum so deep inside u baby.. gonna stuff this perfect pussy.” he groans into ur ear when u clench around him. “hah.. like that? huh?”
pervy bf!niki who is relentless abt this one fantasy of his. a sex tape “yn…” he’d murmur into ur ear. it was almost routine now, u two falling into bed together every other night. “please, can we make just one? just one tape. only for me.” he whispers, reaching around ur front to cup ur heat. “i need it, baby..” u would sigh, resolve crumbling more and more. “fine… only one.”
pervy bf!niki who is obsessed with ur tits. fucking u into the sheets one night, his eyes were locked on the way ur tits bounced over n over. he looses all restraint and slides his cock out, eliciting a whine from u, crawling up to push ur tits together roughly and slide his length between them. “uuuuh.. fuck yes.” he squeezes the plush flesh, coating ur boobs with cum. “god, baby.. love these sexy ass tits..”
SYPNOSIS. He wears black and silver, she wears bows and strawberry lotion.
Riki swears he’s not the kind of guy who'd keep a leopard-print Hello Kitty plush on his desk— but then you gave him one, and now his room looks a little more like yours.
You're turning his world pastel, one plushie at a time.
PAIRING. non idol!ni-ki x reader
GENRES. fluff, gamer riki, nonchalant!riki x hyperfeminine!reader, drabble, established relationship
WORD COUNT. 1.0k
AUTHORS NOTE. ── ★ ˙ฅᨐฅ ̟ !! inspired by this tweet i found a while back, HES SUCH A CUTIE I LOVE HIM!!! and i love me a riki fic with a hyperfem gf, so here we are. I literally RAN to my tumblr to write this after i saw that tweet again. ANYWAYS enjoy!!!
Riki is used to live in a world of black.
Chrome-edged headphones, Chrome Hearts chains, silver rings on every finger, black cargos, black hoodie, and black soul (if you asked him). He smelled like cedarwood and vetiver. His room used to match: matte black speakers, dark gray sheets, and too many energy drink cans cluttering his desk.
But then he started dating you.
A faint scent of strawberries lingered in the air, his sheets had a soft blush-tinted pillow you definitely did not leave on purpose (you did), a pastel green flower claw clip always clipped on to his monochrome bag, a soft-pink hair tie clad on his wrist amongst his silver jewelry, and hanging off the edge of his bedside table was a baby-pink hello kitty headband that he pretended not to notice.
And on his desk?
A Hello Kitty plush.
In a fucking leopard print hoodie.
You drop the plush on his desk with the kind of smug satisfaction only a girlfriend on a mission could have.
Riki doesn’t even turn around. He’s gaming (probably with heeseung), hoodie up, jaw set, the click-clack of his keyboard filling the room. But you wait. Because you know the second he glances down, he’ll react.
“...No,” Riki deadpanned, only looking away for a second.
You blinked at him, glossy lips pursed, sleeves of his black hoodie bunching at your wrists.
“Her name’s Kuma. Be nice.”
Mid-game, his headset slipping slightly off his bleach-blonde hair, brows furrowed in that “what the actual fuck” expression.
Then he paused and turned to you with a deadpan stare for a second before going back to his game.
“…Why is she looking at me like that?”
You grinned, hands clasped behind your back. “Because she’s yours now.”
He blinked. “Absolutely not.”
“She’s for emotional support,” you announced cheerfully, already climbing onto Riki’s lap uninvited, nearly knocking his mouse off the desk in the process.
“Babe—?!” he hissed, jerking slightly in surprise, one hand flying to steady you as you comfortably settled on his thighs, completely unfazed by the intense League of Legends match he was clearly still very much in the middle of.
You held the plush up dramatically in front of his face, dangling it between him and his screen. “Look! Kuma! She’s here to help. You’re always so grumpy when you game—she’ll bring balance to the force.”
Riki leaned back in his chair with a heavy sigh, headset askew, giving you a withering look over the top of the plush’s fuzzy ears.
“Are you seriously doing this now?” he muttered, trying (and failing) to peek around the plush and shoot someone. “I’m literally in a 1v3.”
“She believes in you,” you said, voice syrupy sweet. “Unlike me.”
“Wow.”
“She’s also judging your mechanics. Kind of like me.”
He gave you a side-eye so sharp it could cut glass, but his hands never left your waist. Even as he tried to return to the game, he adjusted you gently so you were sitting more comfortably on his lap.
Kuma ended up sitting between your legs, her little beady eyes staring into Riki’s soul every time he glanced down.
Riki gave you a side-eye that was dangerously close to affectionate. “Are you seriously hijacking my game and giving me a judgmental cat?”
You nodded, legs draped over one of his thighs as if this wasn’t a tight fit. “Yes. Accept her. She’s part of the family now.”
“She’s literally staring at me,” he muttered, glancing at the plush propped up on the desk. “I don’t need two of you.”
You gasped. “You mean two adorably soft and supportive girls? You’re welcome.”
He groaned into your shoulder, already wrapping one arm around your waist while his other hand kept playing. You smirked. Mission: Disrupt His Game — complete.
He huffed and leaned forward, nosing into the crook of your neck. You felt his lips curl into a smile. “You’re so annoying.”
You giggled. “You love me.”
“Unfortunately.”
But his grip on your waist tightened, pulling you closer, your legs swinging gently over the side of the chair. You leaned back to look at him, all glossy lips and sparkling eyes. His thumb brushed over your cheek instinctively, brushing off a little glitter from your highlighter.
“You’re going to start wearing pink soon,” you teased.
“I’ll set myself on fire.”
“I have pink lighters.”
“Of course you do.”
A few days later, you stopped by his place. The room was dark as always, none of his overhead lights were on (as usual) only his lamps were on giving his room a yellow tinge.
You did a double-take when you saw the plush.
It was now wearing one of Riki’s silver chains, resting around its tiny neck like a statement necklace. He had also clipped a pair of sunglasses over its eyes. Balenciaga, no less.
You stared at it for a solid thirty seconds before whispering, “...What the actual fuck.”
“I gave her drip,” came Riki’s voice behind you.
You turned. “You accessorized her?”
“Shes evolving.” You stared at him: tall, moody, dressed in grey sweats and a white tank, hair still damp from the shower.
“She’s in your chains.”
“She looked cold.”
You blinked at him. Confused.
“She’s a plushie.”
“And now she’s a bad bitch. Just like you.”
Your heart did a stupid little somersault. “You’re so weird."
He shrugged, walking over to loop his arms around you from behind.
“You’re literally the one who gave me a Hello Kitty in a leopard hoodie.”
“She looks like me.”
“And now she looks like me too,” he shrugged. “Couple goals.”
You leaned into his chest, heart full. “You love her.”
“I don’t.”
“You dressed her like your mini-me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
You turned to face him, arms around his neck. “You’re so full of shit.”
He grinned and kissed your forehead. “Maybe.”
You tugged him down by his neck. “Say you love her.”
He looked down at you, smirked, and whispered against your lips:
“Only because you gave her to me.”
AUTHORS NOTE. ── ★ ˙ฅᨐฅ ̟ !! thank you for readinggg!!! ive been into writing alot of fluff lately cause theres so many materials on twt, but im FOR SURE going to write some jake smut after a certain video i saw, so be sure to wait for that if ur interested!!!
COMMENTS, FEEDBACKS, NOTES, AND REBLOGS ARE ALL APPRECIATED
SMAU 𓈒 MINOR DNI , very suggestive , crack , heeseung got a mommy kink , sunghoon lowk got a pain kink , sunoo is a boxer idgaf , sunoo kinda mean asw , reader is mean to some of them (they enjoy it) , they're all very freaked out , petnames : babe , princess , sweetie pie , good boy , angel , baby , doll . lmk if more !!
wc: n/a
a/n : this is just a little smth while yg wait for pt 2 of the ki fic!! yes it is coming dont worry but it may take a while </3 lyall!!
pairing :: underground fighter! riki x girly underground fighter! reader
synopsis :: by day you are just an ordinary citizen who owns a cozy little flower shop, but by night you are a fighter adored in pink, dresses, ruffles, and platform heels, determined to win the Iron Fist Tournament, catching the eyes of everyone and the king of the Iron Fist Tournament; Riki Nishimura.
tags :: 12.7k wc, inspired by tekken, jjk ref, violence, illegal activities, suggestive content, misogyny (not from Riki), angst, girly mc/reader, blood and injuries, double identity reader, underground fighting, crude humor, mentions of death and trauma, visual links provided, aged up characters (riki is 22 and reader is 23), other idols mentioned, slow burn, tension, fluff.
A/N: hii lovelies, this was a long overdue project so I hope you enjoy it! This is now my longest fic and I can tell you that youtube and pinterest hated to see me coming LOL.
The air is stale with sweat and blood. The roars of the crowd breaking through the stillness in the air. A place where the upperclass sat in a throne while the poor battle to death.
A place where there can only be one true king.
Where money talks and the rich decide.
Riki Nishimura, the consecutive winner for 4 years. Trained for 2 years before joining the ring, a true hidden weapon, one that Mr. Rochefort placed his bets on training and winning. Treating the boy as if he was his own son.
Riki stands across his fallen opponent, blood staining his bruised knuckles, not sure if it was mostly his or not. His expression ever unreadable, not cocky, just sure.
Spitting the blood in his mouth, he walks away. Not so much of a winner as a survivor. He might be strong but rules didn't exist underground. It was either fight for your life or lose it.
He catches the easy smile Mr. Rochefort offers him, nodding at him from afar.
The crowd cheers fade as he approached his resting room, limbs sore and worn out.
"You did good" Jungwon, his best friend praised him as he carefully attended to his wounds.
Riki lets out a hum, stuck in his own head like usual.
"Did you hear about the new face rising these days," Jungwon excitedly spoke, "Apparently there has been a girl in dresses and heels decked out in pink beating up punks without mercy." He giggles. "It's said she will participate in this year's tournament! Can you believe it, our first female fighter." His expression in awe.
"So?" Riki looked at him puzzled, not sure how her being a girl or not made much of a difference.
"SO? Oh my god, Nishimura you might have to fight a girl." Jungwon teases as he does the last touches to bandage his friend up.
"I won't hold back just because she is a girl." His simply stated like it was the most obvious thing. Riki never cared about who he was battling as long as he won and was still breathing afterwards. The gender never fazed him though he can't say he isn't somewhat curious about this mysterious girl.
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Preparing another bouquet order, you hum to yourself quietly, the sun beaming through the windows of your shop. Content with the tranquility of it all.
The front door bell rings as a costumer comes in, "welcome," you greet while wrapping up the white roses and lilies,
"I'm here for a pickup," A man with a smooth deep voice spoke. You have never seen him around before. He was wearing all black clothes with a mask that he pulls down to speak.
"Who is the order under?" You ask politely after realizing you have been accidentally gawking at the strange man for 20 seconds.
Crap, did he notice?
"Ni-ki." Not a man of many words you note as you quickly hand him the bouquet you finished.
Weird, he looks so gloomy yet chose white roses?
He thanks you and leaves, his presence somehow felt important but you shrugged it off. Too occupied with closing shop as he was your last costumer for the day.
Heading home you take a shower and prepare yourself for the first round of the Iron Fist Tournament. Rising up the ranks wasn't easy and took you a whole year as they refused to take you seriously enough to agree for a battle because you were "too pretty to be covered in bruises" and you agree, which is why you walked out how you walked in, spotless and dressed in pink and lace because it made you feel pretty and free.
Your heels click with each step leaving no room for uncertainty. You caught the attention of many, I mean who wouldn't want to see a real life doll beat up men without a sweat.
They called you a rising star. The new hidden gem.
As many fans as you have, you also had people that hated your guts but that only fueled you more.
"Well, well, what's a princess like you doing here? You lost sweetheart?" A fighter calls out while laughing as his friends whistle.
"Pathetic." Your moves graceful as you approach him.
"Fuck did you just call me, bitch?" He shouts.
Standing before him, you say it louder it now for the rest to hear, "pathetic."
The room stills, he angrily lunges at you but you're quick to lift your leg, bending your knee before landing a powerful kick at his head making him fall to the ground as you stomp your foot on his head, bending down to his level after.
"Much better." You smile, making sure you dug your heel into his skull until he wailed in pain.
The others watched half in fear or awe.
One thing they all knew is that your presence demanded respect.
"Y/n, pleasure to have you here." One of the event organizers greets you with a bow, taking your hand and kissing the back of it.
Gross.
Taking your hand away and wiping it with a handkerchief, not missing the way his expression falters, you smile, "pleasure is all mine Mr. Park."
Sitting in your waiting room, you hum a melody that your mother always sung to you as a kid to calm you down. Lost in nostalgia, you come back to reality at the sound of a knock.
"Come in."
A boy comes in, maybe a few years younger than you.
"My name is Harua and I will be your assistant from here on out per Mr. Park's request." He smiles, a genuine one you note.
Offering him your hand to shake you introduce yourself.
You learn that he is 2 years younger and took the job to be closer to his boyfriend who is a fighter, you found that endearing but also sad, they were too young to be in a field like this.
"AND NOW GET READY FOR THE NEXT MATCH, THE LONG AWAITED ARRIVAL OF THE MYSTERIOUS PRINCESS Y/NNN!"
The speakers blare in announcement as you walk to the ring. Posture poised and steady.
"WILL SHE RAIN VICTORIOUS AGAIN OR WILL HER PRETTY HEELS BREAK TRYING"
You almost want to scoff but showing any emotion in the ring was a death sentence.
You eye your opponents, three random thugs with knives. They were mocking you, clearly not taking you seriously.
What a joke.
Taking your stance, you're light on your feet as you crack your neck and blow a kiss at the crowd making the room shake from their screams.
Might as well give them a good show.
Your eyes land on Mr. Rochefort before you look away.
"—LET THE MATCH BEGINNNN"
"Come to papa, princess" one of them called out as the other two stood like they had it in the back. Trying to trigger a response out of you but even the slightest mistake can be fatal no matter how skilled you are.
He swings his knife at you while trying to kick your knee but you are quick to duck and spin before kicking his left side, right on his kidney.
"AHHH YOU LITTLE SHIT" He clumsily gets up before trying to slash your face again.
Smiling ear to ear you slide to the ground swiftly and drop kick him, performing a cartwheel to jump and land straight on his back making him cough blood with your heels digging at his spine.
Your foot lands right on his wrist making him drop his knife while begging for mercy.
The other two look at each other in shock seeing their boss down in less than 2 minutes but they quickly charge at you.
Your elbow connects with one's jaw enough to hear it crack as your grab his knife and kick his teammates knee with the knife touching his neck now.
"OKAY OKAY YOU WIN PLEASE HAVE MERCY" He cried pathetically. You held the knife close enough to draw some blood before pulling it away and wiping the blood on his clothes and kicking his back. Leaving him lying down on the floor like the rest. Defeated.
You brush off the non-existent dirt from your dress.
"LADIES AND GENTS WHAT AN INCREDIBLE SHOW! GIVE IT UP FOR Y/NNNN"
The match ends as the crowd loses it. The thugs shamefully crawl out of the cage.
Doing another cartwheel for fun, you land on one arm and wave with the other.
From afar Riki and Jungwon watched your full match in shock.
"Woah.." Jungwon spoke first.
"Not bad." Riki stated with a nod.
"NOT BAD? THAT WAS AWESOME" Jungwon empathizes, shaking the younger's shoulders making him break out in a small smile.
Riki suddenly recalls your face, you're that flower shop owner but he decides to keep that to himself knowing that his best friend had a loud mouth even if it wasn't out of harm.
"Impressive." Mr. Rochefort suddenly appears behind the two, startling Jungwon.
He eyes the new fighter in the ring with an expression the two can't really name.
He walks away after, hands leisurely behind his back.
He's planning something.
You start to walk back to your room seeing Harua in the sidelines waving at you excitably.
You smile as you approach him.
'THAT WAS SO INSANE HOW DO YOU MOVE LIKE THAT, NOONA?" He tried to reenact your moves making you giggle, ruffling his hair. You only knew him for like 4 hours but you already wanted to protect him from the world.
"I'll teach you some day." You hum.
Noticing someone walking towards you two, your smile drops and back straightens.
"Oh please, I am just here to congratulate you." Mr. Rochefort offered a kind smile that made your stomach twist. You tried your hardest to remember why you were here in the first place.
Get close to Rochefort and win the tournament against his puppet.
Smiling back, "you are too kind sir." Extending your hand, his grip firm but confident.
The tension in the air hard to miss but it all breaks as Riki walks your way.
"Ah, Riki, perfect timing." Mr. Rochefort clasped his hands together.
Turning around you are met with the same face of the mysterious man you saw in the flower shop.
What the hell.
Do they know?
You both make eye contact, recognizing each other but choosing to not comment on it. You silently thank him for keeping your identity hidden.
"Miss Y/n, this is Riki, my protégé." His proud smile made the pit in your stomach grow.
The man offers you his hand to shake. Despite your best to keep your composure your hand was slightly shaking, not from fear but anger, not enough to notice at a glance but enough for him to feel it in his firm hold.
"Please feel free to make yourself comfortable here, the training room is available for you to use freely," he continues, "if you need help with anything Riki can help you around. I trust him to guide you."
I don't need you or your puppet for guide-ness
You bite back the words at the tip of your tongue, deciding to thank him instead before excusing yourself.
"Noona, the next match is in a week, I heard the opponent has a bionic arm and is like 6'5 feet." Harua worriedly looked at you.
"Don't worryyy, I got this. Bigger doesn't mean better." You reassure him while mentally preparing tactics to use.
"Just be careful please." He sighed.
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You arrive at the training room the next day.
Sporting baby pink leggings and bra.
Harua sits besides you and insists on wanting to help as you wrap the cloth around your hands tightly.
"Fine, hold the punching bag for me, Ruru." You sigh, the boy too eager to lend a hand.
You spot Riki practicing his kicks as the guy Harua told you was Jungwon held the kicking pad helping him spar.
"I'm tireddd can we take a break for a second please I'm dying of thirst." Jungwon pouts at the younger who has been relentlessly practicing for 3 hours now.
"Fine." Riki rolls his eyes playfully. He was always more at ease with him around.
Wiping the sweat around his hairline and neck with a towel, he feels someone's intense gaze fixed on him.
Meeting your gaze across the gym, he curiously looks at you as Jungwon waves at you and Harua.
"Oi, come here guys!" Jungwon call out enthusiastically.
Walking closer to them you greet the two with a polite nod.
"You were so cool yesterday how did your learn moves like that" Jungwon compliments you.
Suddenly feeling all eyes on you, your ears turn a little red.
"Oh it's nothing special really, I taught myself since I was 16." You bashfully smile. Feeling weirdly at ease despite yourself.
"WHAT" Jungwon and Harua shout comically at the same time making Riki glare at them for piercing his ear drums.
"You should practice with us, Riki could use someone of his strength level." He offers, eyes full of hope making it hard for you to decline.
Curse you pretty boy with puppy eyes.
"What do you think Riki?" Jungwon puts his arm around his shoulder and shakes it.
"Sure if you can handle it." He suddenly turned to you. He didn't even mean it in a cocky way just in a matter of fact way that burned the fire inside you brighter.
"And here I was thinking I should be worried about you handling me." You sweetly respond.
"ALRIGHT" Jungwon claps his hands, "we can start now and by we I mean you two, I need a break before I lose 10 years off of my life span." He sighs making you giggle.
He seemed like a well mannered good man which was rare in itself much less in a field like this where women were looked down on constantly. You appreciate him trying his best to welcome you.
Nishimura on the other hand..he wasn't bad or anything just calm and reserved but not dense by any means.
You have been studying gawking at him for hours. You would be lying to say he wasn't the finest man you ever laid eyes on, his full lips, sharp eyes like a puma, and overall aura. He wasn't here to play and neither were you despite your more laid back manner and that somehow kept you intrigued.
Such a shame that you are just a puppet for Rochefort.
Standing in defense, you are light on your feet as you bounce and throw calculated punches that he dodges perfectly. Your bodies both moving in a silent rhythm, understanding one another without words.
The other two watch you in awe.
Accidentally missing a single beat of a step you stumble back, hands forming a cross in your front after Riki notices his opening, you recover hastily, side stepping and delivering a spinning roundhouse kick. Only one tiny problem though, he manages to catch your foot mid air causing you to lose balance, he is quick to kick the back of your other knee leaving you in a vulnerable position.
Your body reacts before your mind and you place your palms flat on the ground, turning around, now facing him from below sending a strong cartwheel kick all in 1 second, now he is the one stumbling backwards.
"What was that you said earlier?" He approaches you with lazy smirk.
"Think I can handle you just fine, princess." His gaze staring right into your soul.
You hate that you hated that nickname less when he said it.
Taking a few steps closer to him you smile sickly sweet with mischief written all over your eyes.
"Not bad Mr. Nishimura but it will take more than that to sweep me off of my feet." You wink before turning around. Taking a short break from your intense training match. Totally ignoring how fast your heart was beating with his intense fixed on you almost the whole time like he wanted to consume your soul.
The next few days you find yourself in routine sparring with Riki for a few hours. He didn't talk much but every time he did it felt a mark.
Taking a huge gulp of water, you wipe the sweat off of your forehead.
"Your stamina is good but you shouldn't overuse it at the beginning of your next match or it could cost you." Riki calmly tells you during your break.
"Worried about me?" You smile at him. Not expecting his sudden caring nature to come out after days of him not going easy on you at all during training which you were very grateful for. You hated when people looked down on you simply because you were a woman in a male dominated field.
You kept your guard up at all times but somehow you found yourself almost letting them down just the tiniest bit when it was just you two and the fluorescent lights of the gym.
"Just don't want to miss my chance to see your full potential in the ring." His sudden boldness catching you off guard as you scoff playfully.
"Don't worry," you place your pointy finger at his chest, "you're going down when the time comes."
Letting out a chuckle, Riki hums as the moment is gone as fast as it came with Jungwon and Harua arguing about who was stronger.
You and Riki are quick to make some distance between you as the two approach still arguing.
"—Y/n is totally stronger." Jungwon defends his point like you weren't in front of him.
"Maki is literally making it to the finals just watch!" Harua argues back.
You and Riki make eye contact before giggling at the two who paused their argument to look at you suspiciously.
"What?" You both ask at the same time in the same tone.
"Oh god, now they even speak at the same time." Harua says in horror.
"Riki rubbed off on her, we lost a good one." Jungwon responded dramatically shaking his head in disappointment.
You roll your eyes at their antics but resume your practice with Riki with one thought in both of your minds.
I need to earn his trust and learn he is hiding.
I need to earn her trust and learn she is hiding.
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Harua seemed a little more anxious than usual.
"Don't worry Ruru, I will be okay, worst case scenario I leave with a few scratches but you can patch me up, right?" You reassure the boy who offers you a small smile.
He nods.
Grabbing your silver spiky brass knuckles, you check your outfit one last time before heading out.
"PLEASE WELCOME OUR NEW RISING STAR! Y/NNN"
You walk to the fenced ring smiling sweetly at the crowd before sending a flying kiss their way to which they enthusiastically responded to.
"AND HER FIERCE OPPONENT THAT SENDS HIS ENEMIES SHIVERING—BRYAN FURRYYYY"
When you weren't practicing with Riki, you spent your time making detailed maps of each of your opponents weaknesses and strengths.
Bryan enters the ring with a fire in his eyes that could only translate to "you are dead."
"NOW LET THE MATCH BEGIN!"
Wasting no time, Bryan dashes to your direction. Keeping your composure you parry all his punches and kicks with ease. He wasn't weak by any means which is why you had to make sure to avoid his advances before making your move.
"She's stalling." Riki says more to himself, smiling a little that you took his advice, with Harua and Jungwon next to him watching with complete focus, not wanting to miss a beat.
"AWW YOU SCARED?" Bryan taunts with a laugh that sounded more like scratching a board with a metal fork.
Not giving him the reaction he wants he swings his robotic arm your way. He was very tall but ironically that was his biggest disadvantage. You moved like a snake, suddenly changing your fighting style mid fight leaving the crowd speechless.
Stepping backwards you climb on the fence wall before landing a sharp elbow strike at his jaw followed by a punch with your brass knuckles, now stained in his blood.
Switching sides, he recovers fast but not fast enough to catch you. Standing behind him, you start taunting him back.
"Aww, too fast for you big boy?" Your condescending tone and faux pout making him more furious.
He tries to grab you with both hands but you duck sweeping him down with a sharp kick to his groin. He falls with a loud groan, too heavy to stand up fast enough.
After leaving him staggered and exhausted you grab his arm, pulling him up effortlessly before slapping him hard. He is forced to stand in a croisé ballet pose, dazed, you strike him in the stomach with your free hand, then deliver a second strike with your knee.
"What a pretty dancer." You purr, not done yet you move in front of him and pull him closer, landing a nasty back-flipping kick. Your moves graceful yet sharp like a ballerina.
"She is genuinely crazy." Jungwon said more in awe than anything.
Riki kept quiet but he was finding himself more and more interested in you and your duality.
Bryan tried to stand up again after but you were quicker. You stomp your heel roughly on his stomach, activating the small but deadly sharp knife you had hidden.
The more he resisted the harder you pushed your heel down.
Coughing up blood and choking on it his raises his arm is surrender shocking everyone.
"Such a good puppy, down where you should be." You smile so genuinely it sends chills down his spine.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN SHE HAS DONE IT YET AGAIN! Y/N WINS"
Taking your heel off, blood splatters in the air at the suddenness, his gash more apparent as he bled on the ground. You turn with your other heel to bow at the crowd. Dress and shoes slightly bloody but still as untouchable as ever.
"Y/N YOU'RE SO AWESOME"
"STEP ON ME NEXT"
"YOU'RE THE BEST"
The crowd sung praises rising from their seats.
Jungwon and Harua stand up next and jump up and down holding hands like kids who just won tickets to their favorite theme park.
"SHE DID IT!" Harua shouts.
"TOLD YOU SHE COULD!" Jungwon enthusiastically shouted back.
The two friends are interrupted when Mr. Rochefort entered the room.
He looks at Riki with a knowing look that he understood immediately.
"I'll be back." Riki alerted his friends before leaving with Rochefort.
The two make their way to you instead.
"She is a very impressive fighter." Rochefort speaks first sitting in his office chair.
"She is." Riki agrees.
Cutting down to the chase, the old man sighs, "did you find anything about her?"
"No, sir." Riki lies right through his teeth but the man doesn't suspect anything.
"She seemed like a very private person, it would take time to gain any information about her background." Riki concluded with a bow but before he could leave, Rochefort leaves him with this,
"Don't let your guard down. She smells like trouble."
Walking down to meet up with the others, Riki questions his own self.
Why did I lie for her?
But he trusted his gut, it didn't feel right to rat her out yet.
She didn't do anything wrong so I don't know why he is suspecting her..
Reaching her resting room he knocks once.
"Come in!" Hearing his best friend shout from the other end he shakes his head.
Jungwon trusts her so maybe I should too…for now.
"Perfect timing, hyung! We were just talking about celebrating Y/n's win and going out for drinks together."
You try to not let it show how you want him there too. He holds your gaze for a minute before agreeing.
"Fine, but I'm not drinking too much to look after him." He points at Jungwon who looks half offended making you let out a soft giggle.
Cute.
Wait why am I calling her cute?
Focus Nishimura this is just for intel.
Just for intel..
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As promised, you got ready to go to the bar with the guys to celebrate your win that became the talk of many behind closed doors. Choosing to wear a short pastel pink sweetheart neckline dress.
Checking yourself one last time in the mirror you nod in approval. Grabbing your purse and phone you head out. Harua said he would pick you up and you would meet the others at the bar.
"You look very pretty, noona." He compliments with his signature bunny smile.
"Thank you, you look pretty too Ruru." You smile back at him.
You didn't open shop just for today, deciding to let loose for a little.
Wouldn't hurt to have a little fun.
Humming during the car ride you arriving 20 minutes later.
The smell of alcohol and other bodily fluids assault your nose.
Just how I remember it.
"I'll go get us drinks." Harua volunteers leaving you alone.
Spotting Riki after a minute, you go up to him.
"Hey there handsome, all alone?" You tease with a knowing smile.
Unexpectedly, he plays into your game.
"Wanna keep me company?" His sharp eyes never leaving yours.
He leans closer, "—princess." He leans back to his spot like your heart wasn't doing cartwheels right now.
Your face starts to feel hot, clearing your throat you try to think of a comeback but it dies down your throat as Jungwon and Harua find their way to you two.
"There is our winner!" Jungwon calls out as you roll your eyes playfully.
He puts his arm around your and Riki's shoulders.
"NOW LET'S PARTY!" He shouts making you both wince from your ear drums bursting.
A few drinks in with you now tipsy you and Jungwon start dancing on the floor looking like idiots. Accidentally getting separated by the crowd you continue dancing without realizing until you felt hands on your ass and hips.
Confused you turn around, vision a little hazy but that does not look like Jungwon to you (he would never anyway you note).
It was some random dude you do not know. Making space between your bodies, he insistently pulls you closer ignoring every time you push him away. Trying to not make a scene you quietly try to get away with clumsy steps.
"Where do you think you are going, sweetheart?" His breath hitting your ear and neck making you cringe.
"Let go creep, I'm warning you." You threaten. He only laughs.
"What can a cute girl like you do? Push me a little?" He mocks.
Riki spots you eventually after Jungwon comes back alone. He sees the uncomfortable expression on your face and makes his way to you.
You step on the strange guy's foot with your white heels with all the force you could muster so he lets go of your waist.
He immediately gets very angry and raises his hand to slap you. Catching you completely off guard.
Riki pushes through the crowd as he witnesses the full thing but before he can get to you, you make a move.
wiping the blood from your mouth with your hand, you face the guy, not giving him any chance to dodge you land a strong punch at his jaw, enough to probably dislocate it despite your tipsy state.
The crowd gasps.
You land a second punch, now relentless.
Now instead of Riki coming to rescue you, he is quick to grab your hands and pull you flush against his warm chest.
"Hey, it's okay I'm here now." He says to you ignoring the guy bleeding on the ground.
Taking a few deep breaths, your grip tightens on Riki as he carefully guided you out of the place when his brain screaming to go back and finish that bastard off.
Luckily Jungwon and Harua saw the commotion and decided to continue where you left off.
"Deep breaths." His smooth deep voice kept you weirdly calm, leaving a warm feeling around you despite the cold.
Your steps still a little clumsy as you sat with knees close to your chest. Hiding your face, you feel a few tears escape yet no sound leaves your mouth. You always got emotional when tipsy.
Riki carefully bends down, placing his blazer over you, hand gently lifting your head to look at him.
Is she crying?
He felt his chest tighten at the sight.
"Don't look at me." Your voice wavering at the end trying to look away from him but he doesn't let you.
"It's okay to cry, you aren't a robot Y/n." His reassurance somehow made you feel more pathetic for crying outside the bar with a man that was supposed to be your enemy and you barely knew.
His thumb wipes your tears attentively.
"Why do they all look down on me?" You ask not really expecting an answer.
Riki knows he will never know what it is like because he isn't a woman but he is still human and understands. Behind your playful and strong exterior you were still a gentle person which made it hard for him to find you suspicious and questioned why his master did.
You looked like a pretty angel with your mascara run down, lashes fluttering as tears fell from your eyes.
"Because you're pretty and everything they will never have or be." His answer shocking you.
"Now come on, you had enough drinks for one night." Standing up, offering you his hand.
You take it hesitantly. His grip soft but secure.
Giving you a piggyback ride, he texted Jungwon to let him know he is taking you home.
You fell fast asleep before he could as you where you live so he decided to take you to his place until you were awake.
Drooling a little on his shoulder, instead of getting mad like he does when it's Jungwon, he finds himself thinking of how endearing you looked, so peaceful and soft. All too trusting.
He gulps remembering his mission to reveal your real identity. It made his stomach twist.
Little did he know that you weren't far off from having the same goals.
Only you were a few steps ahead.
Waking up with a headache and red eyes you suddenly get hit with the whiplash of last night's events. You sit up immediately recognizing that this was in fact not your place. Panic setting in when a knock is heard.
"You awake?" Riki's voice called out from the other side of the door.
You were still wearing last night's dress but your heels were placed neatly beside the bed.
Did he look after me the whole time?
Slapping your face with your hands multiple times, you curse yourself before your mind drifts to where it shouldn't.
Getting up quickly, you open the door and walk down the hallway, spotting Riki in the kitchen making breakfast.
Is he making hangover soup for me?
You gulp.
Maybe he is just being nice..
"Come sit." His tone let you know that he wasn't taking no for an answer.
After eating breakfast together silently and trying to steal glances at one another without the other noticing he drives you to your flower shop. The same place you first met.
"Thanks..for everything." You look down at your feet suddenly feeling awkward.
"Anytime." He drives away but you can't help but think of how it sounded like a promise.
Heading home, you take a long shower trying to wash everything away, letting the hot water burn enough to fog up your thoughts.
His words ringing in the back of your mind.
"Because you're pretty and everything they will never have or be."
Grabbing your towel after you stand in front of your bedroom wall, covered in photos, notes, writing, red string, and detailed information of all the winners of the Iron Fist Tournament.
In the middle of it all, there he stood with a red circle on his face. The target: Rochefort.
"Father." You mutter to no one really.
"I will make you pay for what you had done."
Before walking away you scan the face right under his.
Name: Nishimura Riki.
Age: 22
Relation: Protégé
Fighting style: Taekwondo
Parents: Died in an "accident" when he was young right before Rochefort "met him."
Friends: Yang Jungwon
Strengths: High crit damage and rate, fast reaction speed, stronger lower body, deadly calm.
Weaknesses: Unknown
Dislikes: Loud noises, crowded spaces, humans in general.
Likes: Unknown
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Entering the same gym, the familiar scent of something metallic mixed with sweat fill your nose.
You decide to focus on your upper body strength today. Taking note of your opponent being an ex pro boxer.
"Nervous?" Riki asks, gloved hands in position.
"Never." You smile landing two jabs into his hands catching him off guard.
Continuing your sparring for another 2 hours.
You lay on the floor. Tired and covered in sweat.
Riki laughs lightly at how worn out you look.
"We just started you know."
"YOU CALL THAT JUST STARTED?" You gasp in disbelief.
Your friends sat in the sidelines watching you two.
"Do you think there is something going on between them?" Jungwon asks suspiciously.
"Do you think the sky is blue?" Harua rolls his eyes.
You tackle Riki ending up on top of him with a victorious smile.
"Now I definitely do." Jungwon responds.
Suddenly realizing the intimate position you were in you falter enough for him to manhandle you until you were now the one trapped under him like prey.
Trying to kick him he holds your knee with a knowing look before you could do anything.
"Really?" He laughs at your cheap trick in attempt at trying to break free.
"If it works it works." You sass back, eyes never leaving his intense ones.
You could've sworn his eyes lingered on your lips for a second too long before he stood up, offering you his hand. You take it and pull him back down while you stand up, brushing off the dust from your leggings as you look down at him with a sheepish smile, "oops," he didn't seemed fazed by your tricks on the outside by on the inside his heart was hammering against his ribs.
"Oi lovebirds, we getting something to drink, you want anything?" Jungwon calls out with a smirk.
Rolling your eyes you shout back from the other end of the gym, "no thanks but make sure to thank Jay." Not missing the way his cheeks and neck turned strawberry pink.
You and Riki giggle at his reaction as he runs away (with Harua following him while giggling too) denying his obvious and almost painful to watch crush on the barista in the cafe nearby.
Packing up your things afterwards, you are stopped by Riki.
"Hey, good luck tomorrow." He tried to play it off as something casual but failed with the slight blush around his ears.
Is he blushing from that or am I seeing things?
Probably seeing things.
"Thank you." You smile.
Relax girl he is just being cordial
In the back of your mind you remind yourself of your mission.
Father..
The next day, you brush your teeth, double checking your next opponent's strength and fighting style.
Ex pro boxer turned delinquent underground fighter.. huh.
Should be easy enough.
You had one advantage he didn't, lower body strength. Performing a few stretches after washing your face and taking a shower. You feel slightly more ready, still an uneasy thought kept crawling to the back of your mind. You shrug it off.
I'm just overthinking it.
Picking up your locket from the vanity, you decide to wear it again, it was your good luck charm. Remembering who you are doing this for.
Harua waits for you patiently as you enter the resting room.
He looks more anxious than usual. Wonder what he is hiding.
"Oh you're here!" He says relieved.
"Why wouldn't I be, silly." Ruffling his hair, you laugh.
He says nothing and just nods with a small smile.
The speakers began to blare in announcement of the next Match.
You and Riki have been slowly advancing in the ranks, everyone was already anticipating your fight.
Only 2 left before finals.
Only 2 before you can finally take revenge.
"EVERYONE PLEASE WELCOME OUR FIGHTERS!
THE LEGEND STEVE FOX AND THE PRINCESS OF THE RING Y/N!"
Opting for a simple white dress today, you hope it doesn't get too dirty.
Steve doesn't speak much but his gaze could almost burn holes in your skin.
Still remaining as stoic as you can in battle. You wave at the crowd, almost as if he was not in front of you.
"She sure loves to play with her food." Riki muttered to no one in particular with a small proud smile tugging on his lips.
Crossing his arms, he leans back to watch the fight intently.
"LET THE MATCH BEGINN"
The fences begin to rise, building a cage where you either came out a winner or dead, even if you escaped death in the ring, you are never safe out.
"This is a battle ring, sweetheart, not a fashion show." He retorts, spitting on the ground beside him.
I hate him already.
"Oh my, and here I thought we were holding a charity event for your lack of…taste" You pause, gesturing to his outfit before saying the last word.
Instead of responding his makes his way to you to attack.
With a calm breath you jump high enough to hop on the back of his neck before standing with your hands on the ground behind him. Taking your chance, you grab him by the neck with both legs, making him spin, doing a perfect cartwheel and landing on the ground.
He lets out a shout in pain and anger.
All men are the same. Emotional and useless waste of oxygen.
Getting up he is quick to throw endless jabs left and right at you but you dodge each in a blink making the crowd grasp onto their seats.
Letting out a fake yawn to further taunt him. You smirk on the inside at seeing his face seething.
"How about you throw some punches or did your daddy not teach you?"
This shouldn't have gotten a reaction out of you but it did.
The slightest, enough for him and anyone who is watching close enough to see.
Your expression falters enough for him to know he hit a nerve.
"Aww what's wrong, daddy left for milk?" He laughs at his own joke.
Your vision blurring for a few seconds from anger at the mention of that man. You dare not look up ahead knowing that he is watching you.
You swing your right leg to throw a spearing kick at his face, making him stumble just enough for you to start punching him with full force sending his body backwards until he hit the fence. His nose and mouth bleeding yet that infuriating smile never left his face.
"How cute that you think you are the one 10 steps ahead." He laughs louder. You don't miss the double meaning but you had other things to focus on than dissect his words right now.
He suddenly managed to counter your jab before landing one of his own on your stomach, shocking your body.
Your dress started turning into a deep red, you notice the small knife hidden between his knuckles. He lands two more stabs in your stomach. You spat out blood, nose bleeding too.
The crowd starts losing their minds from the edge of their seats.
Harua and Jungwon almost jump in to stop him but they both knew better.
Riki didn't say anything. Just watched with anxiety slowly creeping on his skin.
You head hung low for 10 seconds where the air went still. Lifting your head to tilt it. You spit the blood in your mouth to his face.
"You ruined my favorite dress.." Your eerily voice sending chills down his spine.
"What the hell..how are you even—"
He doesn't get to complete his sentence, you grab his face with both hands, smiling ear to ear before kicking right where his kidney was located with your knee, knocking the air from his lungs.
Launching him on the ground next, you stomp your white heels right into the back of his knees rendering him totally at your mercy.
you take a seat on his back, brushing off the hems of your dress like you weren't bleeding enough to make a normal person pass out. Instead, you harshly grab his hair, lifting his head from the ground.
"I love myself when I'm pretty and all dressed up," You dig your nails into his skull making him cry out, "and I love myself when I am kicking ass!" You throw his face back on the ground with force leaving him unconscious.
Your message loud and clear, not just for him but for everyone.
Standing up, you bow to the crowd smiling with all the strength you had as your win gets announced.
You knees giving out after you walk enough steps to where they can no longer see you.
Instead of falling to the ground. You fall into a pair of arms. Resting your head on his chest, with shallow breaths you let out a small laugh.
"Nice catch." You weakly call out.
"Has anyone told you before how insane you are?" Riki sighed.
Still smiling, you hum.
Jungwon and Harua rush to you two with an aid kit.
His warmth and familiar scent of soft power with wood and just him made the tension in your shoulders drop.
"He was totally cheating." Jungwon argues as Harua bandages you up, luckily the wounds weren't too deep but you lost a lot of blood still.
"There are no rules in the ring, we both know this." Riki puts a hand on his shoulder to calm him down but he doesn't miss the guilty look Harua was trying to hide.
"It's fine guys, I'm alive aren't I?" You try to calm them down.
"Barely." Harua finally speaks.
Riki makes a note to talk to the boy afterwards but he is quick to run off after nursing you.
"Stay with her, I'll be back." Riki tells Jungwon who just nods, choosing to not question his best friend.
Following behind the boy who looked very anxious he spots another figure waiting for him.
Is that…
—Mr. Rochefort?
"How is she?" He asks the boy.
"She is alive like you asked, but she won't be able to recover enough to participate in the next match unless she has a death wish." Harua says, looking at his feet in shame.
"Good. You may go." He says.
Harua stops him.
"What about—"
"Ah yes, our deal," he pauses, "Maki will be safe rest assured." He speaks after a beat of silence.
The boy bows to the elder thanking him profusely.
Blackmail?
Why would he stoop so low for someone like her.
Riki leaves before he gets spotted and meets up with Jungwon who insisted on driving you to the hospital so you can recover sooner, after some back and forth he finally agrees to at least drive you to your place but call him if anything happens.
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Laying in bed, you wince at the discomfort in your lower region, that jerk made sure to strike the right spots making it obvious it was a well thought of plan and not just a moment of anger. Struggling to sleep for a few hours with your mind racing, your eyes finally start getting heavy as you fall into unconsciousness.
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"Oh my sweet angel, don't cry mama is right here." The faint but warm figure of your mother shushes you into her arms after you fell from your bike scrapping your knee. You were 5 and determined to no longer use training wheels.
Suddenly the good dream is interrupted.
"Mom please stay awake please don't leave me." You cry out as she smiles at you in the hospital bed.
She softly raises her hand with all the strength she had to caress your cheek, "don't cry, my sweet angel. I'll always be with you." You were 16 and determined to get revenged now.
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Waking up in a cold sweat you stand up carefully to grab water from the kitchen awakening another memory when looking at the fridge.
"Mama look what I made!" You were 10 and showing your mom the painting you made of you two in a flower field promising her that you would grow all the flowers she loved when you were older.
"Oh my, look at my little artist." Your mom hugs you as you both giggle, deciding to hang it on the fridge for years to come.
You hadn't noticed the tears that felt your eyes. Standing there frozen.
He will pay.
The next match is in a week, you know there is no way for you to recover fast enough to be able to win but the fire that has been lighting inside you for 7 years wasn't dimming any time soon.
Yet you can't help but think of him during all of this.
Riki…
I hope you can forgive me.
You decided to rest for the next 3 days before making an appearance again at the training gym shocking everyone.
"Are you out of your mind you should be at home resting." Jungwon worriedly calls out, Harua next to him has his head hung low but you know exactly why. The boy might think he is good at pretending but you figured it out eventually.
Steve's words ringing at the back of your mind, you know for a fact that your father is trying to sabotage you by now and it isn't crazy to assume he tried blackmailing the boy by threatening the safety of his boyfriend who is your next opponent. The winner is going to the finals after all.
This wouldn't be the first time your father tried to pull cheap tricks to win.
You would never blame Harua for wanting to keep his loved one safe because at the end of the day you two were still strangers beyond business and friendly gestures.
If anything you were furious at Rochefort for stooping lower each time, outdoing himself.
"Ruru, look at me." You finally confront him after you get some time alone.
"Honey, I'm not mad I promise." You reassure him.
Panic sets in his eyes.
Does she know?
"You're probably wondering if I know about him blackmailing you," you smile, "I do." You sigh.
"I'm so sorry, noona I—"
"I'm not mad at you Ruru, I would've done the same if I were in your shoes, you just wanted to keep him safe." You put your hand on his shoulder as he shakes through his sobs apologizing repeatedly.
Opening your arms for him, you let him cry on your shoulder.
"It's going to take a whole lot to knock me down, you know so don't worry. I will make sure to not go too hard on your boyfriend." You giggle making him break in a small smile.
Breaking the hug, he asks, "but how?"
"You suck at hiding your emotions." You leave out the second part, the less he knew the better for his own good.
He simply nodded not wanting to interrogate you.
You know for a fact that this stunt isn't the only one your father will pull to stop you from winning. He knew good and well you could easily take the crown of the Iron Fist King and threaten his business and image. The two most important things to him in this world.
He thought he was playing chess this whole time with you pretending to be the perfect clueless pawn but you were his daughter at the end of the day and the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree.
You walk to Riki who looks shocked to see you still around.
"Go home." He said leaving no room for argument but you were still you so naturally you told him off half jokingly and started stretching instead.
He sighs knowing nothing will ever get you to listen.
He carefully monitors you and side eyes you if you go overboard.
"Slow down before you open your wounds before they heal fully." He suddenly appeared behind you steadying your form.
"I can handle it alone." You pout.
"And I can handle you," he counters, leaning closer to whisper the last part, "remember?" Pleased when you don't say anything back. Biting your bottom lip instead in defeat, not looking at him.
He retreats his hands from your hips, purposefully making them linger a second to long to make it seem like a mistake, leaving goosebumps over your skin.
Much to your dismay, the next following days Riki keeps a close eye on you making sure you don't hurt yourself. You try to pretend like your heart isn't racing on the inside every time he touches you but it's getting increasingly harder.
Is he trying to gain more intel by seducing me or something..
Little did you know he stopped caring about that a long time ago.
D-DAY OF SEMI FINALS:
The days flew by faster than you had anticipated. Taking a few deep breaths you plaster your wounds tight enough with cloth and tape to avoid any complications.
Today you decided to wear crop top and jeans. Not wanting to ruin another dress you adore.
Checking yourself one last time before heading out.
Walking down towards the train station you pause abruptly with an exasperated sigh.
"You 5 going to hide like creeps the whole time or fight me like men?" You calmly turn around, shocking the men who were wondering how the hell you heard them or even knew the exact number.
"What? Scared?" You laugh, pulling out the pocket knife you brought, expecting this.
How cliché of you Mr. Rochefort.
Cracking your knuckles you motion for them to come at you. Two of the five start darting in your direction.
You slide smoothly on the ground, drop kicking one till he loses his momentum. You roll backwards, doing two cartwheels.
Appearing behind you, the other aims for your neck with a knife but misses by a hair as you duck, now you are the one behind him before you choke him in your strong hold.
Kicking both his knees, you steal his knife, slashing his neck, blood splattering a little on your face.
"Such a shame he sent you here instead of coming to me himself." You sigh, wiping the blood from your face making it smear a little.
The other three start dashing towards you before they are suddenly stopped.
"Starting the fun without me?"
That voice..
Riki?
You look at him in shock, he just smiles at you.
"Had a feeling I would find you here, you're late." He talks to you like there isn't three angry men behind him with murder on their mind.
"Step aside Mr. Nishimura, this does not concern you." One of them shouts.
Riki just laughs, clutching his stomach like he heard the funniest joke, wiping a fake tear for extra flare.
"She does." His tone now serious, pointing at you with his thumb, your heart almost leaps out of your rib cage.
With your backs against one another you ask, "why are you here Nishimura." Hoping he doesn't hear how loud your heart was beating.
"Like I said, you're late to practice." He says so causally that your jaw drops.
Before you can interrogate him further, you focus on the task at hand. From your peripheral vision you notice one of them pull out a pistole.
"Six o'clock" You shout.
You both change directions, bodies moving in perfect sync.
Delivering a sharp roundhouse kick at one until he is sent flying. Riki swiftly makes his way to the man with the gun, knowing if he got hurt Rochefort would kill him, not because he cared about Riki but because he didn't want to lose his money.
Is he stupid? Why is he heading straight to death—
It suddenly clicks to you.
Lost in your thoughts you don't realize the last one standing is behind you with a knife.
"WATCH OUT" Riki shouts.
It all happens in a second too fast for your brain to register.
You notice the sharp weapon never reached you, turning around you see Riki holding the knife with his bare hand. He got stabbed on his side.
The hitman looks pale as he realizes what he has done.
Before he can say another word you get blinded by rage not realizing you are punching the air from his lungs as you tackled him on the ground.
"Y/n"
"Y/n"
"Y/N"
Finally snapping out of it you turn, knuckles bruised and bloody as you look at him.
"It's okay." He carefully removes the knife making you gasp.
"—DON'T"
"I wore armor just in case," he paused smiling, "He only managed to scrape me."
But that was definitely more than a scape.
Slapping his arm he winces, "hey I'm still hurt you know."
"You think this is funny?"
"YOU ALMOST DIED DUMBASS—"
The words die down in your throat as he suddenly approaches you. Barely a breath away, he bends down to your level, eyes never leaving yours. His hands come up to grasp your face like you were a glass doll, too precious to be scarred.
"You're okay and that is all that matters."
You open your mouth to argue but he shuts you up with a short and sweet kiss.
"Now come on, you will be late to your match too at this rate. Let's get a bandied for this mess," he looks at his hand.
"You're crazy." You finally speak, breathless.
"Takes one to know one." He hums, grabbing your hand.
You lead him to your apartment ordering him to sit on your bed before you ran to get the first aid kit.
He notices a wall covered by a curtain, curiosity getting the best of him, he stands up and uncovers it.
His eyes widen.
This..
"Sorry it took a while for me to find—" You stop in your tracks when you see what he is looking at.
Shit I forgot about this.
"It's not what—"
He interrupts you, "is this why he is after you."
Suffocating silence fills the air.
You nod, looking at your feet.
Riki clutches his fists in anger, not at you.
Never at you.
"Turns out he always knew who I was but played dumb to fool me," you laugh bitterly, "guess he forgot whose daughter I am."
Riki listens intently, not daring to breathe too loud.
"He left me and my mom when I was 5 years old," your voice cracking at the end, taking a deep breath, you continue, "she eventually fell sick, hospital bills were to expensive and I was just 16, I made enough cash to beg a private investigator to find my father. My mother never dared to speak a word about him. That's when I learned about him… and you."
"I vowed to get revenge and now here I am." You offer him a weak smile. "It's okay if you hate me now, I know he is important to you."
"Was." He speaks.
Not hearing him you tilt your head in confusion.
"Was important." He says again louder this time for you to hear.
Stepping towards you with slow steps, his hand finds it's place at the top of your head.
"I'm sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?" Your eyes start to sting, tears threatening to spill any moment now.
"Because you deserve that much, and because I know he will never give that to you."
You don't even feel the tears damping your cheeks.
He engulfs you in his arms. You hide your face in his chest, arms wrapping around his mid sections.
He shudders, "you're going to crush me." His lips tickling your ear.
Embarrassed you start pulling away but he grabs your hips and pulls you back into his arms.
"I don't recall giving you permission to pull away."
You laugh.
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"Where are they?" Harua anxiously bites on his bottom lip.
Jungwon is pacing back and forth.
Please be okay
Please be okay
Please be okay
The boy chants in his brain.
"WELCOME BACK TO THE IRON FIST TOURNAMENT! WHO WILL MAKE IT TO THE FINALS AND BE THE KING? STAY IN YOUR SEATS AND DON'T MISS THE SHOW!"
They are late.
The door open revealing Riki.
"Riki!" Jungwon approaches him first.
He looks down, "how did you get hurt!" His scolds the younger.
"It's just a scratch, don't worry, hyung."
"Where is, noona?" Harua asks.
"Here." You appear shortly after.
"Sorry, had to deal with a few pests on the way." You smile putting your arm around Riki's shoulder.
"And a little birdie found me and decided to generously offer assistance."
Without needing to spell it out any more for the two they get the message.
Rochefort sent his men to sabotage her.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, LET'S WELCOME OUR FIGHTERS FOR TONIGHT, MAKI MAUS AND THE ONE AND ONLY FEMME FATALE Y/N! MAY THE BEST MAN— OR WOMAN WIN"
Maki is first to enter the ring.
After a whole minute, you are nowhere to be found.
Mr. Rochefort smiles, already claiming his victory.
"IT SEEMS THAT Y/N MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO—"
Before the announcer can continue you enter the ring pretending to be out of breath shocking everyone.
"So sorry for the delay," you look directly at your father who is seated above with his fists clenched.
How..
How is she alive right now.
You smirk at him, looking away at the crowd as you bow.
"Fashion crisis was on hotline." You pout as the crowd reassures you.
Maki laughs lightly.
"So, you're the one Harua never stops bragging about." You smile at the boy.
He blushes at the mention of his lover.
"IN A SHOCKING TURN OF EVENTS Y/N ARRIVES LATE BUT STILL LOOKS AS DASHING AS EVER"
You blow a kiss at the announcer, Riki rolls his eyes watching from the TV room.
Jungwon laughs at his best friend who was failing to his less than pleased reaction.
Shaking his hand, the fences begin to rise, indicating the start of the battle.
"Don't go easy on me now just because I'm Ruru's friend." You point at him squinting your eyes.
"I wouldn't dream of it, milady." He bows dramatically. Sword catching in the light.
Taking your places, you pull out a pink staff.
This should do.
He slashes his katana in your direction with full force, wasting no time. Blocking his attack with your staff you kick him in the stomach, pushing him back enough to now make your move but he is quicker to try again from below.
Both your moves so fast that the crowd can barely keep up.
"THE HEAT IS RISING AS THEY BOTH MOVE FASTER THAN THE SPEED OF LIGHT!"
Your weapons bind as you skillfully parry each other's attacks. The sheer force cutting through the air making the tension rise. Neither of you slowing down or holding back.
Rochefort grits his teeth in annoyance
She can't win no matter what.
He smirks, pressing a hidden button on his arm rest.
In a split moment, you lose balance from the ground shaking.
Maki sees his opening as he lifts you easily and throws you, backing hitting the ground with enough force to make the air from the lunges disappear.
Cursing you feel your wounds open up enough to start bleeding through the layers of plaster and cloth. You recover quickly.
Maki thrusts his sword in your direction. Everyone holds their breath like time has slowed down for 10 seconds. You roll on your side, successfully dodging the first swing before pulling your staff towards your chest blocking the rest coming.
Jumping on your hands to land behind him, "good thing I didn't wear my favorite dress after all." You sigh, wiping the blood from your mouth.
Dirty trick.. how fitting of you old man.
Before he gets to make another move you kick his sword far away leaving him vulnerable. Remembering your notes; main weak point in battle: losing his infamous katana.
Changing your pace you bend your knees a little moving side to side in a swaying motion. Dangerous smile on your lips that told him you figured him out.
"Did she…just change her fighting style again mid fight?" Jungwon says in awe.
"What can't she do." Harua says just as amazed.
He immediately crosses his arms on his front as you jump, spinning with your feet in the air connecting to his poor shield, he falls but stands up in a blink with a push. You suddenly take a step back making him think he can make a move now.
"Oh not so fast." You taunt, delivering another heavy spinning kick mid air right at his chest.
The boy groans in pain stumbling on the ground with more impact. Flipping backwards your heel stomps on his sword making it jump in the air as you hold it.
"Nice toy." You laugh.
"Give it back!" He seethes.
"Come get it." You rush towards him.
"WHAT AN UNEXPECTED MOVE! WILL Y/N WIN AFTER STEALING HIS SWORD?!"
Harua closes his eyes in fear but when he opens them..
The sword lands right between his legs on the ground. You pull out lip gloss from your pocket, bending down a little to touch up your makeup using the blade as mirror.
You missed on purpose.
It's a warning.
Not towards Maki but to the one watching you with his fist clenched, scowl barely hiding from his face.
Maki raises his hand in defeat as you keep him on the ground with your heel digging at his ribs.
"NO WAY— MAKI FORFEITS MAKING Y/N THE WINNER WHO WILL GO TO THE FINALS!"
The crowd leaps in joy, erupting in screams and praises.
Taking your foot off you help the boy stand up.
"You did good." You praise him, Maki pouts.
"You're a demon, there was no way I can win against you." He shivers.
You laugh shrugging him off with your hand.
Turning around towards your father this time you bow at him, crossing your legs with your hand on your chest. You mouth, "is that all you got?"
He lets out scoff. Mouthing back "this isn't over yet."
Suddenly remembering your open wounds while you walk the hallway to your resting room you groan, ready to get an earful from the others, especially him.
Riki.
Finals are in 2 weeks from now where you two will be standing in that ring head to head for that prize money: $1M.
Opening the door you notice Harua gone.
Probably checking up on Maki.
"HERE COMES OUR CHAMPION!"
You giggle, "what about him" you point at Riki.
"What about him?" Jungwon teases making the younger glare at him.
"How are your wounds?" Riki asks first.
"Okay." You answer, not convinced he stands up in front of you suddenly and pokes at your bleeding clothed stomach, you let out a small whimper at the pain.
"HEY!" You slap his hand away.
Riki looks unimpressed, "I'm fine—" he grabs your waist, lifting you up bridal style with one arm, "WOAH WAIT—"
"Lay down." He orders as he sets you down on the cough, Jungwon hands him the first aid kit before leaving, "I'll leave you love birds alone." He sings closing the door not giving you time to anything.
"Quit pouting." Riki says, hands carefully lifting your crop top to attend to your wounds.
Dipping the cotton in alcohol, you hiss at the contact with your skin, long nails digging at his biceps. He says nothing and lets you hold him.
After he is done he stitches you back up, the anesthesia thankfully doing it's job.
"Hey Ki." You whisper, too weak to speak at full volume.
"Hmm." His gaze stays on the needle while answering.
"Thank you." You whisper back, soft smile on your lips. He finally looks at you after finishing up.
"You scared me out there." He refers to the hitmen fight. With a fresh towel he dries the sweat on your neck and forehead. Your noses touch with how close you are.
Lifting yourself using your elbows with all the power you had, you place a sweet kiss on his lips, returning his gesture from earlier. You plop back down on the couch, content seeing his red cheeks and ears.
Cute.
A knock breaks the moment, Harua enters with Maki behind him this time.
Your lips curve at the way they both looked nervous.
"Come sit." You gesture towards the couch in front of yours. Riki helps you sit up gently, hand staying on your back protectively.
"Ruru told me about what happened in the other fight and what Mr. Rochefort made him do." Maki starts first. Guilt written all over his face.
You sigh, "I'm not mad at either of you two, you're still young and new to all of this. This field, ring, and the rich do not care for your safety. You have to play a dirty game to win here."
Harua grabs his boyfriend's hand, squeezing it to reassure him.
"How come you're here then, noona?" They ask the number one question that everyone had, sure the prize money is insane and all but there has to be another reason, you didn't look the type to just care about the superficial.
"Revenge." You answer simply.
They don't press you for any more answers and just nod their head in understanding.
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1 WEEK LATER:
"So, what's the plan?" Riki sits besides you in the gym, he forbid you from training all week so you have just been sitting around bothering him and refusing to go home either. One more stubborn than the other.
A perfect match.
"Not sure yet but.." But the glint in your eyes tells him you know exactly what to do next.
You sigh, resting your head on his shoulder, you place your hand on his thigh, whispering something in his ear that made him turn pink, he shoves you off, not hard enough to hurt you though, never to hurt you.
"Perv." He gasps, you laugh louder.
"I don't know what you mean," you sing, legs swinging on the bench, enjoying this new dynamic between you two.
Suddenly he leans close enough to place a bite on your neck tongue soothing the sting after, effectively shutting you up.
"Perv." You echo his words from earlier now covering the mark he left with your hand.
After practice you left early, dragging him to your flower shop, he has been helping you close shop, not allowing you to lift anything.
The sun was setting, the light catching perfectly on his pretty side profile, soft blond hair looking fluffy with his stupidly kissable lips. He calls your name a few times but you were too occupied staring at him in awe.
"You done eye fucking me yet?" He teases with a smirk.
"I WAS NOT—"
"Oh I'm sure," he laughs at your red face, "now come on, we still have business to finish."
Rolling your eyes you grab the keys, locking the place before you lead him in a secret way upstairs that led to your apartment.
"Ta-da!" You gesture with your hands, proud smile at your secret shortcut.
You sit him down on your bed, finally telling him everything you had planned from the start.
D-DAY: FINALS
Wearing the new dress you recently bought after dragging Harua along for a shopping spree. You hear the sound of an engine outside, it was your sign to leave.
The car was sleek with a black finish, totally his style.
Getting up in the passenger seat you look at him.
"Took you long enough, princess." Riki sighs, pretending to be annoyed.
"Beauty takes time." You argue back with your arms crossed.
He doesn't say anything, instead he leans against you, you close your eyes in preparation but nothing happens after a few seconds, opening them you see that he buckled your seatbelt.
"You—" You don't even get to finish speaking, he kisses you unexpectedly.
"Strawberry? That's new." He notes at your lipstick.
You hit his arm, "my lip combo!" you try to pout but he could see the smile you were fighting back as you stared out the window.
Arriving at the arena, you both go your separate ways but not before Riki grabs your waist and steal another kiss.
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, TODAY IS THE DAY WHERE ONLY ONE WOULD WALK AWAY WITH THE TITLE OF IRON FIST KING AND A PRIZE OF $1M!" The announcer shouts excitedly over the mic.
"PLEASE WELCOME OUR FIRST FIGHTER FOR THE NIGHT: THE CONSTITUTIVE WINNER OF 4 YEARS AND YOUNG LEGEND, RIKIII NISHIIIMURAAA."
Riki enters the ring with his usual cold demeanor. All that softness and empathy gone just as he lands in there. Gaze alone enough to make anyone freeze like a deer caught in daylights.
Anyone but you that is. You only took that as a challenge.
"NOW FOR OUR SECOND FIGHTER, PLEASE WELCOME THE FIERCE AND UNSTOPPABLE PRINCESS OF THE RING, Y/NNN!"
You enter the cage, waving at the crowd while batting your lashes.
Riki really has to fight every muscle in his face to not smile.
Standing across each other, you send him the signal.
Let the show really begin.
Getting ready you both crack your necks, landing powerful kick with opposite legs in perfect sync, the impact enough to make the sand under your feet fog up the place for 30 seconds,enough time to make your next move.
The crowd stands screaming, some cheering for you and others cheering for Riki.
"Now." You mouth at Riki
You both disappear from the ring in a flash shocking everyone.
"HOLY— WHERE DID THEY GO?" The host builds up the tension.
You both reappear behind Rochefort who was sitting on his throne watching the cage from above.
"Wonder when they will reappear again?" You whisper in his ear startling him, he turns around in a flash, you wave at him with Riki next to you.
"What is the meaning of this!—"
"I think you already know, father." Your words sweet like venom.
"Playtime is over." Riki speaks, deep voice sending chills down his spine, grabbing the man's shoulders and throwing him in the ring, all in time for the smoke to clear up.
The room breaks in gasps at the sight.
Rochefort is on his knees with your heels digging in his back, keeping him held in that position.
Riki stands before him, crouching down to his level.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING NISHIMURA!" He screams.
Riki laughs, almost hysterically before stopping abruptly with a deadly serious expression.
"Doing what I should've done years ago." He lifts his arm, clicking his fingers.
Suddenly the big speakers started playing a recording.
Mr. Rochefort: "Make sure you erase all evidence of the murder."
Assistant: "But sir.. a 16 year old kid survived the burning house."
Mr. Rochefort: "….Keep him, he might be of use to us. If not dispose of him without a trace."
The recording cuts.
Rochefort feels his face turn pale.
"THAT'S NOT REAL!" He cries as you dig your heel further into his spine to shut him up.
"What's wrong, father?" You push him into the ground, standing next to Riki who held your hand.
The crowd was watching with their jaws dropped.
Another voice recording played.
Mr. Rochefort: "How is she?"
Harua: "She is alive like you asked, but she won't be able to recover enough to participate in the next match unless she has a death wish."
Mr. Rochefort: "Good. You may go."
Harua: "What about—"
Mr. Rochefort: "Ah yes, our deal," he pauses, "Maki will be safe rest assured." He speaks after a beat of silence.
"TURN THIS OFF!" He frantically shouts.
Riki grip on your hand tightens as you shake.
"I was 5 when you left me and mom. She never talked about you. She never asked for your help to raise me while you spent your money gambling your life away, not even when we couldn't pay bills or hospital fees when she fell ill and died when I was just 16, she chose to die than ask for your help." You spat, continuing,
"until you targeted and killed Mr. Nishimura and his wife for, quote, 'stealing your money.' Snatching a kid from his parents and making him your perfect puppet, you felt such shame having a daughter that you thought this time you could redeem your biggest mistake; me." Tears begin to fall from your eyes.
"I waited 7 years for this moment, every day I trained alone with the thought of making you live through hell and beg for death. So here I am." You smile. "Your time has run out Rochefort."
"NO PLEASE I DIDN'T MEAN TO ABANDON YOU AND AMELIA—"
You kick his face sending him straight to the fence.
"Never say her name from your disgusting lips ever again." He shivers as you look at him with a type of hatred he has never seen before. He crawls backwards trying to escape but you're faster.
"Aww, leaving so soon, father?"
You grab his face, wiping the ground with his face.
His minions eventually enter the ring but Riki is quick to deal with them.
A burn rash appearing in his face as you finally lift him off the ground.
"I could kill you right here but you don't deserve mercy." You whisper in his ear. He's shaking in fear and apologizing nonstop but it's too late. It's was too late when you were 16 and it's too late now that you're 23.
Your friends jump in to help.
No more hiding.
The game has ended.
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EPILOGUE:
After that night, Riki rightfully handed the title and prize to you. You split the money with him, Harua, Maki, and Jungwon. Enough to make you all quit this lifestyle and find you own paths in life.
Harua decided to start studying medicine while Jungwon and Maki followed their own dreams of going to dance school.
Riki though… He bought a house in the skirts of town, one for him and you.
You sigh, setting your book down. It was 9:45 PM on a Saturday and your boyfriend just left the shower, entering the bedroom in nothing but gray sweats hanging dangerously low (he never liked wearing shirts in the house no matter how much you yelled at him.)
His hair damp with a towel on his broad shoulders to try it.
"You done eye fucking me, baby?" He laughs getting deja vu.
You blush, "was not!"
He jumps on you making you squeal, "was!" He retorts.
"Move, bitch, you heavy." You huff.
"Ouch?"
You both break out in giggles until he leans down, capturing your lips in a fiery kiss, you gasp at his sudden duality.
Kissing him back you decide to tease, running your long nails on his abs, biceps, and settling in his hair, tugging at the roots a little, you bite his bottom lip, batting your lashes at him innocently.
"Little minx," he rasps, letting out a breathless laugh, one only meant for you to hear.
"Learned from the best." You hum, shutting him up with kisses all over his face.
Kissing each mole that decorated his pretty face.
"My pretty boy." You finally kiss his lips again.
He blushes, arms circling around your hips, pulling you flush against his skin.
Maybe fate was cruel.
Maybe you were meant to be from the start.
Maybe he was always yours.
All you knew is that you wanted him now and forever.
——
Oh and if you're wondering what happened to Rochefort?
Well let's just say he is rotting where he belongs.
"LET ME OUT I'M INNOCENT THIS IS A CONSPIRACY!—" He cries helplessly, hands banging against the iron bars.
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