Reasons Ichigo Milk wouldn’t date SWORD members:
Rocky: “he’s a party animal” “whats that metal thing in his mouth? it must start to stink after awhile”
Murayama: “He’s a student!” Oshiage: “He’s over 20 though!”
Smokey: “needs to go to hospital” “you have to go to nameless street to see him”
Hyuga: “lays on the bonnet of the car”
Cobra: “He doesn’t talk so dates would be boring”
Noboru: “too much baggage”
Request: @c2e2r2n Hello, your writings are so beautiful first of all😍💓 I had an idea and decided to ask murayama is dating hyuga's gentle and cute sister, but also hyuga is dating murayama's older sister😋
Character(s): Murayama Yoshiki (x reader), Hyuga
Plot Line: You and Murayama were young, wild and free. And that showed in your guys' relationship (if it could even be called that). However, what if a shocking revelation happens? Will this cause you two to finally start acting like adults?
Warning(s): Adult/Mature content
Fuck, you were crazy.
Really crazy.
“Say cheese,” Murayama says, causing you to snort as he takes a picture. The flash of the camera lighting up the room; showcasing the sweat and other bodily fluids that litter your two’s bodies, “There you go.”
Murayama cooes as he watches you push your breast together, quickly pressing the screen on his phone to take another picture. This time pulling the phone further away so as to showcase where you two were connected. His hips pushing up to meet yours as you rode him.
“Such a perverted Maiko,” You scoff as Murayama pulls at your sash, pulling more of your pink kimono off of you. Though that only causes his smirk to grow; his lips and the area around it covered in red kiss marks from your lipstick, “Does your brother know you have been taking lessons from the Oiran at his gambling den?”
This asshole–
With a sickeningly sweet smile, you stop your hips and plant yourself on top of Murayama. The older man looking at you with an excited expression, seeming interested in whatever you had planned next, “Are you saying I’m nothing more than a common whore?”
“Well, you aren’t exactly serving me tea,” Murayama folds his arms behind his head as he takes you in. Seeming unfazed by your stop of movement that also stopped the pleasure from rolling between you two, “Or playing a shamisen.”
“True. Well then, I guess I should probably join the rest of the Oiran downstairs,” You roll your hips in a circle motion once before lifting them. Making it look as if you are getting off of him, “I’m sure Futa or Raito will be around to satiate me. Afterall if I belong to Daruma, I can’t be having sex with someone from Oya–”
You yelp as Murayama suddenly grabs your waist, his tight grip slamming you back down on him before he flips you two over; making it so he was on top. The part-timer smirks against your neck as he continues snapping his hips into you. His brutal pace accompanied by his nips at your collar bone and breasts. Leaving hickeys and bite marks in his wake.
“Murayama,” Upon hearing your yelps and pleas, his smirk only widens, “W-wait, Slow down. Sto–Stop.”
“No way.” Murayama presses a searing kiss to your lips, “I’m keeping you right here.”
“Murayama.”
Grasping his hands in yours, Murayama leans down to whisper in your ear, “You can take it, my Maiko.”
“Murayama. I’m serious. Hold on a second.”
What?
At your words, Murayama comes to a grinding halt; freezing dead in his tracks while on top of you, not even attempting to move another centimeter. At first, Murayama thought he had hurt you. Something that brought an unsettling feeling deep in his gut as he quickly snaps his head up to look at you; worry clouded in his eyes. But, that assumption was quickly disproven by your expression–your face looking focused at the door of your room–as well as your body language. Unable to help himself, Murayama muffles a groan against the tatami bed as your legs tighten around him. Allowing him to complete the thrust he stopped mid-way. Though, you kept your legs tightly wrapped around him, letting him know not to move.
So, he didn’t hurt you. He didn’t think you were angry or upset. He knew you were enjoying it by the sounds you made earlier. So what was the hold up?
“Hyuga! You can’t say that!”
Oh no.
Not even hesitating, Murayama instantly sits up at the voice. His eyes trained to the door just like yours were moments ago; you had just turned your gaze to look at him, hoping to confirm what you just heard.
“Oneesan?” Murayama finally lets out, his face in pure shock as he looks back and forth from the door and you, “Why is…? Are they…? What…?”
“Like I know?” You respond, wanting to slap the male on the head at his sputtering. But stop yourself as you hear your brother and Murayama’s sister laughing in the background. The two of you instantly groaning in annoyance. Especially as you knew what this meant.
They were on a date.
While one couldn’t outright assume that, you two could. Especially as each of your siblings had told you they were dating someone and that they had a date with said person, tonight. A fact both of you had shrugged off, not exactly caring all too much about your elder siblings dating life. Though, now you wished you did.
“This is terrible.” Murayama whines, his voice slightly muffled in your hair as he collapses back on top of you, “Our older siblings are dating.”
Then a sudden realization pops into Murayama’s head and he scurries back upwards, a look of horror on his face, “That means we are siblings!”
Not even hesitating, you bring the pillow from behind your head around and smack him in the face. Idiot.
“That's not how it works, dumbass.” You scold, wanting nothing more than to suffocate Murayama with the pillow right now, “Plus, it isn’t like they are married! They could always break up.”
“Really?” Murayama says, his voice muffled from behind the pillow. Which, with a sigh, you pull away before wrapping your arms around his neck. Bringing Murayama back down to lay on top of you as he pouts.
“Yeah,” You grumble, your nose scrunching up in distaste as you hear your elder brother use a cheesy pickup line. Cursing underneath your breath, you grab your blanket and pull it over you two, making sure it covers your heads and muffled out the two outside, “We were first anyways.”
“Yeah.” Murayama mumbles, a slight edge to his tone after a pause, “We’ll show them.”
“Murayama.” You knew that tone, he was up to something. Especially as you feel him lift his hips and leave you, “What are you up to?”
“Nothing.”
Though as you feel something fall against your cheek in the darkness, you knew it wasn’t nothing. It takes you a moment, maybe three as you feel Murayama enter you once more, before you realize what it is. The smell of latex and the sticky feeling of it being a dead giveaway.
“You took off the condom?!” You say, nearly shouting if it weren’t for the fact you didn’t want anyone to hear. Though, all you get in response is a chuckle from Murayama as he places a peck on your collar. His hips beginning to move, “Idiot! Murayama, wait!”
“Yoshiki.” Murayama suddenly says as he takes your hands in his, interlocking the two of yours fingers. Even though it was dark, nearly pitch black, you could see Murayama’s face over yours; likely looking down at you with an expression you couldn’t see, “Call me Yoshiki.”
“Why?” You sputter out, feeling heat begin to travel up the back of your neck at his request. Freaking idiot. It wasn’t as if you two were married. You couldn’t call him by his first name so casually.
“Cause…” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice, “I’m thinking of a shotgun wedding.”
Request: @edenshiba Hi! I saw that your request is open so, can i request hyuga x Rocky's little sister oneshot? Like, she sneaks out from their house and ended up at daruma's territory and hyuga meet her at his casino? It would be great if you get this message and create this. Thank you for reading
Character(s): Hyuga (x reader), Rocky
Plot Line: Your elder brother had always been protective of you. Always. Especially with how sickly and ill you often got. However, Rocky wasn't here to help you, not this time.
You understood your brother’s worries. You really did.
Afterall you couldn’t imagine how hard it was for him to see you all that way. Your mother and elder sister hanging by their necks in the living room while you laid there unmoving on the couch; an empty bottle of pills your mother had crushed into your food on the coffee table.
It was a miracle you survived. An absolute miracle the doctors said.
So, it was no wonder Rocky was so protective of you.
Especially as the miracle didn’t help your fragile health from the aftermath of the attempted suicide. The pills had damaged your stomach and liver causing you to have an intolerance for many foods. Even the slightest change or new thing from your usual diet could make you sick to the point you even threw up blood.
However, the foods you ate could hardly count as nutritional. Your biggest challenge right now was getting enough Vitamin C, the acidic foods too much for your stomach lining. It made you frail. So much so it causes you to catch illnesses quite often or to be just straight malnutrition.
It made sense for your brother to worry.
Especially in a time like this one.
You shouldn't have listened to those girls you met in your college lecture when they offered to hang out with you this weekend. You should have been able to tell something was off by the giggles they made under their breaths as they spoke. But, you couldn’t do anything about it now.
Not when you were stuck in the rain in a forest south of Rascals territory. The girls having run off with your jacket and phone. Leaving you in just your thin sundress and purse, both dripping wet.
You hadn’t really dressed for the weather, thinking you would be inside at a mall.
Another cough rips through you as you continue to trudge through the forest, hoping the dirt path you were following was heading north back to civilization. Especially as your coughs kept getting more and more painful. Your throat feeling as if it was on fire as tears stung at your eyes.
“What the hell…?” As you bring a hand up to cover another cough that rips through you, you turn your blurry gaze up from the path. Seeing a group of men and women staring at you, confused yet disgusted looks on their faces. All of them dressed up in fancy jewels and clothes. A stark contrast to your muddy and soaked white dress that stuck to you like a second skin.
“Fricking weirdo,” One of the male’s murmurs, flicking his cigarette and crushing it under his foot, “Let’s just get inside.”
Attempting to catch your breath, you lean against the bark of a tree, watching as the group seems to follow a much larger gravel path leading up to an old shrine temple. Though, as you continued to stare at the shrine, you knew it was likely nothing of the sort. The iconic red and white jackets of the men guarding the front of it are a dead giveaway of what it truly was.
The Daruma Ikka Base.
Shit.
An horrendous cough spills out of you, nearly bringing up to your knees as your legs shake. The cold chill of the wind rattling your bones, making them ache with every millimeter of movement. Though, it is on the last one, that you knew something was wrong. Terribly wrong.
Through tear covered lashes, you pull your hand away from your mouth to see the ever so slight scarlet stain on your palm. While not huge or panic worthy, it was a sign your body was not reacting well with your extended exposure with the elements. If you continued like this, you would surely fall ill.
“Isn’t that…?”
You understood it was a terrible decision–an absolutely god awful one–but you really had no other choice. You knew from the stares of the Daruma members out front as you passed them that they had an inkling of an idea of who you were. At least a suspicion you were associated with the White Rascals. But you had to continue on.
You had to.
Especially as you take a shivering sigh of relief when the door of the base shuts behind you, enveloping you in the warmth of the building. While the high amount of smoke causes a few coughs to rip their way through you, causing guests and members alike to stare at you as you pass, you ignore it. Afterall your soaked and shivering form was a sight to see for the people of Daruma Ikka.
Honestly, it would only be a matter of time before–
“Rocky would have a heart attack if he could see you right now.”
There he was. You knew that voice. Of course, you did.
“Hyuga…” You murmur, seeing the leader of Daruma Ikka in front of you. Likely having just gotten off his throne to see what had caused Rocky’s precious younger sister to show up at his gambling den like this.
“You’re in awful shape, Bake-danuki.” While your eyebrows furrow at the strange nickname, you knew better than to question the crazy leader of Daruma. Instead letting him do as he pleases as he brings a hand up to grab your chin. While he was not harsh, he was also not gentle in his method of tilting your face up to look at him, “Very awful shape.”
You watch as his eyes seem to trail across your face–almost as if he was examining you with those hazy eyes of his–before stopping at your lips. His hand shifts, bringing up a thumb to touch your lips and you nearly freeze as he rubs across the surface of them.
What was he doing?
Thankfully you didn’t have to wait long to know as Hyuga pulls his hand away, his thumb covered in scarlet from the crimson liquid that stained your lips. You wince as he pops the finger into his mouth, seeming to hum as he confirmed that it was what he thought it was.
“Well…” Hyuga starts as he finally takes his thumb out of his mouth, looking at you in a lazy manner, “as much as I would love to brawl with your brother today…”
He stretches, walking away suddenly to one of the members. Without even asking, Hyuga pulls the jacket off of their shoulders and makes his way back. You watch with uneasy eyes as he places the stolen jacket around your shoulder, patiently fixing it so that it fully envelopes your figure. Even pulling the fabric forward and folding it over your shivering hands that you held clutched to your chest before continuing, “I just opened this gambling den today and I would rather not have those Rascals destroying my gang’s months of hard work. At least, not on opening day.”
A smirk envelopes his lips as grabs a fist full of the jacket in the front, “Perhaps another day.”
Without another word, Hyuga begins to walk, almost dragging your figure along by the front of your jacket as he leads you. Thankfully for your shaking and aching form, the young man seems to be a rather slow walker; in practically no rush to get you to wherever he was leading you.
As you enter another room, seeming to be someone’s bedroom, Hyuga calls out one more order before disappearing from sight, “Oi, sit on the futon over there after taking off your shoes. Don’t go anywhere.”
What a strange man, you can’t help but think as you follow Hyuga’s order. Kicking off your muddy shoes and peeling off your socks, you slowly make your way to the futon bed. It doesn’t take you long to realize whose it likely was. From the empty can of beer and Kiseru by the side, you had no doubt this was Hyuga’s.
“Oi,” Turning your head around at the call, you see Hyuga had reentered the room. In his hands he carried a bucket of water, seeming hot by the steam wafting from it, and a handful of towels, “I thought I told you to sit.”
“I–” You start, contemplating whether or not to argue with him, “I didn’t want to get your bed… dirty.”
Your voice trails off at the end as Hyuga lazily walks over, plopping down the bucket on the ground allowing some of the water to spill over onto the bed and wooden floor. Why were you even surprised at this point?
With a sigh, you take a seat on the bed as Hyuga sits across from you cross legged on the ground. One of his knees grazing against your own as he places the towels into the bucket. Allowing them to soak for a moment.
“Hey,” Hyuga suddenly says, his voice losing that usual sharp edge of it, “Do you think you could clean yourself?”
You contemplate his question for a moment. Bringing out one of your hands that were still shaking furiously and attempting to move your fingers. You wince at the aching feeling in them and slowly lock eyes with Hyuga, the young male watching you through lidded eyes, before shaking your head.
He sighs for a moment and brings his neck back to stretch it as curses slip out underneath his breath.
“Well… then I’m going to need you…” He takes a moment to wet his lips as he looks at you, “…to take off your dress.”
“Oh.” A pause resounds throughout the room as Hyuga waits, his eyes still piercing into your own, which had long drifted to the ground, “...Okay.”
It was surprisingly anti-climatic if you were going to be honest. For the fact no one had seen you naked except for your mother, you expected this big, insane, moment to happen. Especially as your mind went wild with ideas. True, your heart was practically beating out of your chest and you jumped slightly every time Hyuga’s hand accidentally touched your skin whenever he dragged the cloth against your body. But, it wasn’t as if he stared or touched you. Even with your bare breasts right out in the open for him to look at, his gaze never drifted too far from his objective of cleaning the mud and rain from your skin.
“Don’t worry,” Hyuga suddenly says, breaking the silence that was thick between you two since he started. An ever so slight chuckle escaping him, “I won’t tell your brother.”
“That’s…That’s not what I’m worried about.”
“I know.” Hyuga seems to finally finish his cleaning as he tosses the dirty towel back into the bucket, “But, you have nothing to worry about it. You're not like one of the Oiran outside, I’m not going to touch you like that.”
Perhaps it was because you were delirious. Perhaps it was because you were straight ignorant. But, the words tumble out of your mouth before you can even contemplate their meaning.
“I wouldn’t mind if you did—”
Thankfully you caught yourself at the last moment, realizing what you had just asked of Hyuga, but the damage had already been done. A wide smirk seeming to catch on Hyuga’s lips as he throws his head back, this time louder curses leaving his lips as he attempts to ground himself. As he swings his head back around, his smirk grows wider at your bashful expression.
“Mischievous, Bake-danuki,” Hyuga teases, bringing up a hand to pull at your nose. The action causing you to squeak as you quickly escape and bring a hand up to cover your nose in disbelief, “Almost as bad as the Kitsune. I wish I knew of this side sooner or I wouldn’t have sent someone to grab that brother of yours. Shit.”
He brings a hand up to run over the scrub of his facial hair, stretching his jaw as he sighs. This time his eyes fully traveling your body as he pleased, seeming to soak in what he saw.
“Shit.” He curses once more, “Shit. Shit. Shit.”
You can’t help but giggle as Hyuga lounges lazily on his side and lets out a heavy sigh. His mischievous smirk returns, this time a promise attached with it.
“Maybe next time I rumble with the Tanuki, I’ll kidnap their precious Bake-danuki. That will be a great prize.”
Headcanons: What if High and Low characters had allergies? And who?
Character(s): S.W.O.R.D
Warning(s): Mature Content (for White Rascals and Sannoh)
Note: Due to the fact I have been unexpectationally swarmed with assignments for finals that have stopped me from finishing my oneshots and requests as well as the fact my pollen allergy has been acting up as the weather grows warmer, I decided to strew together a funny Headcanon for everyone to enjoy until I am back. Enjoy!
Takeshi – Rude Boys
If anyone in the rude boys had an allergy, it would be Takeshi.
I’m not sure what it is that makes me feel this way but it's just that face of his.
Anyways, I imagine it just happened one day when he was with the boys. They were likely passing around food that they found and were sharing it.
A bit of the usual fish, seafood, and jerky scraps but also some lucky finds like rice, dried fruits and–
Peanut butter.
“H’y Tak’shi,” P says, his mouth sticky from a scoop of peanut butter Shion just fed him; watching as his friend attempts to wrestle the bag of jerky out of Yu’s greedy hands, “Y’u nee’ to try th’s stuff.”
“In… One– Sec–” Takeshi grunts as he reaches over Yu’s shoulder, some of the other boys helping Takeshi by pinning Yu’s legs down. However, ever the so slippery snake he was, Yu quickly escapes their grasps and attempts to flee again, “Come back here, Fatass!”
With one last huff as some of the other boys quickly chase after the youngest member, Takeshi takes a seat down on the ground next to P and Smokey. Getting handed the spoon with the sticky substance, he pops it into his mouth, “He needs to learn to share. It’s not fair for the rest of us.”
“True,” Shion comments as he scoops a giant glob of the peanut butter with an extra spoon and gestures to their leader to take another bite. And even though Smokey shakes his head in refusal, the other male didn’t seem to be giving up anytime soon. Fully intent on getting their leader to take a bite of the protein and vitamin filled peanut substance, “But he’s new and young. We were all like this when we first started out.”
“Even you, Takeshi–” As P goes to slap a hand on his friend’s shoulder in a joking manner, he suddenly freezes. P just staring at him with this shocked looked on his face
“Wha–”
However, Takeshi stops in his words as he suddenly feels how heavy his tongue feels as he speaks. Bringing up a hand to his mouth, he jumps in surprised as he feels his swollen lips, “Wha’ goin’--”
“Takeshi,” Smokey and Shion are instantly by his side as Takeshi feels his words fade away. Suddenly, it feels as if he is looking at the world around him through a tunnel. His vision on the sides slowly fading away as his ears begin to ring. Smokey, P and Shion are yelling something but he can’t hear them.
What was happening? What was going on?
Then, all of a sudden, the world returns back to normal and Takeshi takes a deep inhale he didn’t know he needed. His vision and hearing return as if nothing had happened and he can feel the swelling in his mouth go down.
“Hol– Holy crap Takeshi!” P suddenly yells, shaking his friend. Making Takeshi realize he was laying down, his head resting on Shion’s lap. When did he end up here? Actually as Takeshi looks around he sees that Yu and the others had returned, staring at the older member worried, “Did you know you were allergic to peanuts?”
At his friend’s words, Takeshi blinks.
Allergic?
Him?
However as Takeshi’s mind races, going over what he experienced and comparing it to the information he knows, he knows what P said was likely true. Damn, he was allergic to something. That’s a pain.
“You're lucky Yu had an Epipen,” Shion adds, patting his friend on the shoulder as Smokey and P help him into a sitting position. Surprised, Takeshi glances at the youngest member who scratches the back of his head nervously.
“I–” Yu starts, stammering at his words under the gaze of the boys, “I just collected them just in case, you know? I guess you can never be too sure.”
Fishing in his pocket, Yu sticks out a plastic grocery sized bag filled with Epipens, adding under his breath, “You can have them, Takeshi. I don’t actually need them.”
Before Takeshi can say anything, Yu has already dropped the bag in his lap and has run off. Mumbling about it being his time to patrol even though it wasn’t.
“Well,” Smokey chuckles, making Takeshi turn his head in surprise at his leader, “I guess you finally got Yu to share something, Takeshi.”
It was true. Yu had never shared anything up until this point.
Unable to help himself, Takeshi breaks out into a laugh, joining Smokey. All it took was him in a life or death situation to have the youngster to share something. What an idiot.
Dan – Sannoh Rengokai
I’m going to be completely honest. I did this because I thought it would be absolutely hilarious.
Listen
Latex Allergy.
If you know, you know.
Anyways I think compared to Takeshi, Dan definitely knew he had this allergy. He just didn’t want the rest of Sannoh to know. Because, obvious reasons.
“Are you going home with her?” Tettsu whispers, nudging his friend who for the first time that night was free and that was only because he was grabbing another set of drinks for them. This whole night Tettsu and Chiharu could only watch in shock as Dan was getting flirted with by a girl. That’s right, a girl interested in Dan.
Dan quickly looks behind him, likely to make sure the girl wasn’t watching him, before slapping the back of Tettsu’s head, “Maybe. I’m not forcing anything though.”
“Well,” Chiharu says, sliding in on the other side of Dan as Tettsu rubs the spot Dan hit in pain. Looking around, Chiharu smirks before stuffing something into his pocket and it doesn’t take Dan much to guess exactly what it was, “You’ll probably be needing those.”
“No. No, I won’t.” Dan says back under his breath before pulling out the offending item from his jeans and shoving it in Chiharu’s chest. Not wanting it anywhere near him even though it was wrapped safely in plastic. Swearing he could already feel hives breaking out on his skin even though he probably wasn’t.
“What's your deal, man?” Tettsu murmurs, confused on what got Dan so irritated all of a sudden, “You allergic to wrapping up or something?”
Even though it was supposed to just be a joke, making both Chiharu and Tettsu laugh, they quickly fall silent when they see Dan not joining them.
“No way. Are you actually–”
“Shut up.” Dan cuts them off as he finally gets handed his drinks, grabbing them quickly as he begins to walk away. Already feeling his ears burn a bright red from the embarrassment dripping from him.
“Wait,” Tettsu quickly stops him, getting in his way from walking forward back to his table. Making Dan’s scowl in annoyance grow larger. Chiharu joins them, seeming to watch in interest as Tettsu pulls out his wallet from his back pocket and fishes something out. Quickly sticking it in Dan’s jacket pocket.
This asshole.
Dan feels his hands shake in anger as once again knew what was put in his pocket, “Do you want to get your face punched–”
“Latex-free, bro.” Tettsu says, slapping Dan on the shoulder with a grin and thumbs up. Silencing Dan in his threat as he stares confused and bewildered at his friend. However, Chiharu quickly filled in that silence. More than enough questions for Tettsu.
“Wait, are you also…?” Chiharu asks, seeming caught off guard as he looks back and forth between his two closest friends. For some reason suddenly feeling the one left out from the group.
“No, I got them from SMG,” Tettsu says with a grin, seeming suddenly quite proud of himself as he references the White Rascal subgroup. Though, it only confuses Chiharu and Dan more, “In their words, you can never be too careful. It's not just men allergic to latex.”
Ah.
At Tettsu’s words, it suddenly clicks for them. Of course, it was the White Rascals. If Dan remembered correctly from his one and only visit, the club had multiple bowls of the items around. Just in case a couple was stuck without a source of protection. Always thinking of the women guests' interests; Always.
“You got this, Dan.” Chiharu suddenly says, snapping Dan out of his thoughts as his friends slap him on the shoulder before returning back to the bar. All the while Tettsu tells Chiharu how he has been learning from SMG on how to woo a woman correctly.
Idiots.
Though Dan can only smile as returns back to his seat.
Agyo – Daruma
Agyo and Ungyo, twins(?) of the Daruma Ikka subgroup: Daruma Babies.
Even though we hardly know anything about these two (as well as a lot of characters of Daruma), I thought it would be interesting if someone in Daruma was allergic to Soy.
Mostly because Soy can often be found in a lot of traditional Japanese foods.
Ex: Tofu, Edamame, Natto, miso, (occasionally) soy sauce, etc.
While we hardly have any lines or scenes of the two of them, we can infer three facts about them. (1) they are quick to anger and fight like the rest of Daruma, (2) they seem very close as they are hardly ever seen apart (even in fights) and (3) their names are based on two opposite Japanese gods (likely inferring that their personalities are opposites as well).
Just guessing but because Agyo means one with an open mouth (aka one to speak first or birth), I’m guessing Agyo is more of a talker and the smarter one of the twins (Also because he has glasses and we’ve seen so far in High and Low, anyone with glasses is typically smarter than the others). Then, Ungyo, one with an closed mouth (aka last to speak or death), is likely less of a talker and more likely to use his fists first (Also, even though both of them seem hotheaded, he seems to be the one more interested in picking the fight with Ranmaru than the others when he bumped into the group).
But once again, this is just me making an educated guess and inferring as we hardly know anything about any of these Daruma boys except Hyuga.
Anyways, back to the Allergy headcanon. I think Agyo would have a soy allergy but wouldn’t tell anyone as he might be prideful and didn’t want to get laughed at. And Ungyo would eat any Soy products that anyone tried to give his brother, to hide Agyo’s secret.
Of course, this would work out for a while. That is until Ungyo was absent during a hang out and left Agyo by himself.
“Oi, Agyo,” Ukyo calls, taking an inhale of his cigarette before pulling it out of his lips and gesturing to the waiter that was taking their table's order, “What you want?”
“Ah, I’ll just have some Mori Soba,” Agyo says, handing his menu forward to join the others that had already ordered. Some of them make noises of agreement with his choice, murmuring how it was pretty hot outside and debating if they should get something cold now, “Is it okay if I order something for Ungyo as well?”
“Sure, just pile it in. Poor asshole probably sick as a dog at home anyways.”
“Alright cool. Can I get a Miso soup to go as well? Thanks.”
As the others in the gang proceed to order, Agyo returns his attention back to his phone; Typing a quick message to his brother to check in. Though as a response quickly comes back, he can only snort. Of course, Ungyo sent an unflattering selfie of himself crouched over the toilet bowl. Only his brother would do something like that.
Continuing to text his brother, ignoring the occasional yell from Ukyo and Sakyo to get off his phone, the food eventually arrived. Some of the guys cheering as the waiters and waitresses place the plethora of food down.
Agyo is one of the few that stayed quiet. Breaking open a pair of chopsticks as he chats with Futa. Finally, for the first time that night, relaxing as he knows Ungyo took some Advil and went to bed for the night.
That is until his bowl was placed down in front of him.
“Oh, Agyo, is something wrong?” Futa asks as he sees his friend freeze when he glances down at his bowl. The other member of the Daruma Babies, Raita, glances from across the table to see what’s up.
“Aish,” Raita says, as he groans once he sees what’s in the bowl, “So lucky. They gave you extra toppings.”
And extra toppings they did. While Agyo didn’t mind the carrots nor mushrooms in his bowl, it was the offending plethora of aburaage that sent his stomach through a loop. Already imagining the nausea and hives he gets from eating the tofu product, sending his heart pounding with anxiety. Blinking once, twice and finally a third time, Agyo realizes the dish they gave him. Not Mori Soba but Kitsune Soba. Shit, they switched up his order.
Wait.
Agyo’s eyebrows quickly furrowed in confusion as he notices the soup wasn’t steaming. An usual trait in a Kitsune Soba was for it to be hot. Dipping his pointer finger in, he realizes the soup was in fact cold and that it has the Tsuyu dipping sauce on the side. Two characteristics that are usually only found in Mori Soba.
So, they just gave him extra toppings? But why?
“Oi,” However before Agyo can even attempt to figure out the answer, his bowl is suddenly picked up. He doesn’t even need to turn around to guess who it was as he catches a whiff of cigarettes and weed; Hyuga.
“His order is wrong,” Hyuga barks as he takes an inhale of his Kiseru. Blowing out a puff of smoke in the waiter’s face before shoving the bowl in his shaking hands. “Redo it.”
“B-but Sir.” The waiter stutters, some of the soup staining his shirt as it overspills from being handed to him, “The young lady gave the extra toppings as a—“
“I don’t give two shits.” Hyuga spits out, shutting the man up as he takes a step forward. Getting in his face, “Re. Do. It.”
“Of— of course, Sir. Right- away.”
As the waiter scampers off, Agyo can only stare in shock. For once in his life, his mouth shut and not a single word planning on leaving his lips. However, the rest of the members had more than enough to say.
“Ah, Hyuga. Wasn’t that too harsh?”
“Come on, it’s free stuff. I doubt Agyo was complaining.”
“Oh man, Mad dog Hyuga is off his leash.”
Though all it takes is Ukyo slamming his fist down on the table and a glare from Sakyo for everyone to quickly shut up. Agyo, one of the few silent ones from the start, can only watch in uneasy silence as Hyuga grabs his plate and takes a seat next to him.
Sighing and taking another inhale from his Kiseru, Hyuga only raises an eyebrow at Agyo’s stares.
“Wha’,” Hyuga mumbles, seeming interested in his dumbfounded expression. Slowly, the other members of the group around them go back to their own conversations and meals. Though, Agyo can only keep his eyes trained on his boss as a small smirk makes its way to the male’s lips, “Go ahead try a bite.”
“Oh,” is all Agyo can let out as Hyuga pushes the plate of Sashimi closer in front of him. Although delicious, with the adrenaline still rushing through his body, Agyo had lost his sense of appetite for the time being, “I’m good. Thanks, Boss.”
However, the mischievous dark eyes that stare into his own doesn’t seem to take no for an answer as Hyuga takes another inhale before muttering words that stun Agyo even more silent than before,
“Eat the fish, Soy boy.”
Agyo had never reached for a pair of chopsticks faster in his life.
Kizzy – White Rascals
Lovely wonderful Kizzy.
Poor girl is allergic to pollen :(
Of course, Kaito would know about this. He would likely find out when they first started dating.
Though it would take a couple of tries for the rest of the White Rascals to figure it out.
Especially as Kizzy doesn’t seem like the type to tell them when she isn’t feeling well.
But, when they do. They going to make sure they take Kizzy’s allergy seriously. Like super serious.
“Hah?” Kizzy shouts, her loud voice causing Kaito to turn away from the pan he was cooking on to look at the direction of the hallway. The young girl, fresh from out of the shower with a towel still wrapped around her body, walks into the kitchen and it doesn’t take another second for Kaito to realize Kizzy was on the phone, “What do you mean I’m not working tomorrow? It’s not my day off! I’m scheduled!”
Confused, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly, Kaito takes the pan off the burner and walks over to Kizzy. Placing his hands carefully around her waist so as to not surprise her, he leans carefully against his girlfriend. Placing a soft kiss on the back of her shoulder; her skin still slightly damp under his chapped lips.
“Well, I want to work. You can’t just call me off at the last minute!” Kizzy says aggressively once more on the other end, turning herself around so as to face Kaito. Her nose scrunched up in annoyance; a trait that instantly makes Kaito think of how adorable she was. Wanting to smother her in a kiss right then.
Though, knowing his girlfriend was busy on the phone, Kaito settles for wrapping his arms around her waist and placing soft pecks on Kizzy’s long neck.
“Do I need to kill someone?” Kaito murmurs as there seems to be a pause in the conversation on the other line. An action that causes Kizzy to snort even though she knows her boyfriend is serious.
“No.” Kizzy responds, pulling the phone away from her mouth for a moment, “And it's Rocky.”
Of course it is. No wonder she hadn’t already run out the door to kick the person’s ass.
With a humm in acknowledgment as Kizzy returns to arguing with Rocky once more, Kaito resumes placing kisses along his girlfriend’s shoulder blades, chest and neck. Enjoy the brief moment of intimacy between the two. Especially as one of Kizzy’s hands comes up to weave into Kaito’s hair. An action that lets him know Kizzy was paying attention to him and his affections.
“Hey! Oi! You better not– That fucking bastard.” Kaito watches from his spot with his head rested on her shoulder as Kizzy pulls the phone away from her ear and glares at it, “He just fucking hung up on me.”
Kaito raises an eyebrow but doesn’t respond. Especially as Kizzy curses some more and begins to walk away. A signal for Kaito to let go of his girlfriend as she was thoroughly pissed off.
And while he usually would follow after her, waiting for her to cool down once more, the slight vibration in his back left pocket distracts him. Pulling out his phone and seeing a text on his lock screen that just came through, Kaito can’t help the grin that spreads to his lips.
Although as quickly as the smile came it left. Placing his phone on the counter and shrugging off his jacket, Kaito slowly walks over to Kizzy. The young woman still fuming as she attempts to call their leader back; the young man not answering any of her calls.
“Kizzy…” Kaito mumbles, this time his hands a little less carefully in not surprising his girlfriend as he places one right on the curve of her ass, the other skimming on the top edge of her towel. Placing a kiss to the back of her shoulder, he waits for his girlfriend to respond before proceeding.
And respond did Kizzy do. In a little less than a couple seconds, Kizzy had already captured her boyfriend’s lips in a searing kiss; shrugging off her towel as she was pushing Kaito down to the couch. Likely unable to wait to get all the anger and frustration out of her system.
All the while, Kaito can only grin as he hears his phone buzz once more. The unanswered message from Koo likely still on his lockscreen.
Today, the neighbors planted sunflowers and refused to take them out when we asked. Rocky does not want Kizzy to be coming to work until we get the situation settled. Please keep her occupied until then so she doesn’t show up to the club.
He just hoped Kizzy wouldn’t see the text afterwards or he would be a dead man.
Murayama – Oya High
Lots of people say Murayama is a dog person.
Though I can honestly see him as just a straight animal lover.
Like I feel like he and Smokey would be the most likely to take in strays. Whether that be cats, dogs, etc.
Except, unlike Smokey, I feel like Murayama would be the type to be allergic to cats. Like the sniffly sneezing, runny red eyes, and stuffy nose type of allergy.
Murayama also seems like the type of guy that would be like, “The more I’m exposed to my allergies, the more likely I can be immune!”
No, no idiot. That's not how it works.
So, I feel like a lot of the part timers (especially Furuya and Seki) have to step in to keep him from getting near or taking in stray cats.
“Oi! Murayama!” Furuya shouts once more, using the toe of his boot to kick at the door. Not caring about the strange looks he and the group of part-timers got from Murayama’s neighbors as they poked their heads out from their apartments, “Open the door! We know you are in there!”
“Maybe he really is not home?” Seki asks as he passes the broom in between his hands, the student holding the animal carrier just shrugging at him. Meanwhile, some of the students holding nets and containers of their own go over to the window next to the door to see if they could peek past the curtain to look inside.
“No he is. The fucker definitely is.”
Just as Furuya goes to kick at the door once more, it suddenly swings open revealing their boss. Of course, just as Furuya had guessed, Muruyama had bloodshot glossy eyes and a red nose. Fucking idiot.
“Oi! Hey!” Not giving Murayama even a second to ask them what they are doing here, Furuya has already placed him in a headlock and shoved his way into the apartment. The other students immediately stampeding in as well, splitting up to search the premises. Looking for the fluffy devil-like creature inside, “What the hell–”
Though, Furuya has already kneed Murayama in the stomach as the male attempts to get out of the lock. Likely this would end up in a fight between the two but Furuya knew it was good for the idiot. He can’t just take in the thing he was allergic to.
“What the FUCK–”
As a large crash and girlish scream resounds throughout the apartment, Furuya and the other students can only watch in shock and horror as an offending creature comes barling out of the room. With brown and black fur, a fluffy thick coat, sharp claws, black noses and whiskers, it scampers onto the coffee table…holding a peanut butter jar?
“Is that a motherfucking Racoon?”
While Furuya doesn’t know who said it, he honestly didn’t care. Especially as he just continued to stare straight at the Tanuki on his leader’s coffee table. Said Tanuki was not only eating out of a peanut butter jar but had a matching blue bandana across its forehead.
“Tanushiki!”
Furuya doesn’t even bother cursing Murayama out as the young male elbows him in the stomach, releasing Furuya’s hold on him. Especially as their leader, their leader for crying out loud, proceeds to scold the Tanuki called Tanushiki about standing on the table.
He thinks about saying something. Maybe a comment or even a question if the raccoon was named after a combination of Murayama first name–Yoshiki–and Tanuki. Or perhaps ask how long their leader had the animal. Likely a while based on how calm the thing was with Murayama.
But all of that goes out the window as the sound of hissing and banging is once again heard in the other room, some of the part-timers cheering as one of them comes out with a container; a stray cat clearly inside.
“I–” Furuya already felt a headache coming on as he took in the scene around him, “Let’s just wrap this up.”
Defeated, and clearly needing a beer, Furuya takes the rest of the part-timers and leaves. Ignoring the fact Murayama and Tanushiki had gotten into a brawl over the peanut butter jar as he left. Not even bothering to mention or even glance at the claw marks that were scattered on the leader's face when he showed up at school the next morning.
I didn’t think this needed to be said but please don’t send the same request to multiple writers. I was very dishearten when I scrolled through the tags and saw the same exact ask to a request I just finished.
I think everyone who have read my fics before knows this but my fics turn out to be very long. My smallest one so far on this account being 2k words. Which is about 8 pages in standard essay format.
It’s just not cool. It’s very disheartening and it can be awkward because I have to reach out to the other writer to ruin their day as well.
Just don’t do it. I no longer like the fic anymore now as well. If it weren’t for how other people already liked the fic, I would have deleted it.
Anyways on a more positive note, I’ve decided to do a part 2 on How to tell Cobra and I am going to be working on more request. So more excitement to come.
I didn’t think this needed to be said but please don’t send the same request to multiple writers. I was very dishearten when I scrolled through the tags and saw the same exact ask to a request I just finished.
I think everyone who have read my fics before knows this but my fics turn out to be very long. My smallest one so far on this account being 2k words. Which is about 8 pages in standard essay format.
It’s just not cool. It’s very disheartening and it can be awkward because I have to reach out to the other writer to ruin their day as well.
Just don’t do it. I no longer like the fic anymore now as well. If it weren’t for how other people already liked the fic, I would have deleted it.
I feel like I haven’t said this enough but— I really enjoyed your Smokey x Reader fanfic 💗 just wanted to let you personally know despite my flood of notifications I probably have on your end 😭
I’m so glad you adored my Smokey fanfic! I spent a lot of time on it and tried to make sure his personality seemed correct. Don’t worry about the notifications, I adore them!
Hi! Just wanna say i really like your writtings and i'd like to make a request only if you dont mind 💖
Could you please make lao x housen! Femreader where they meet each other for the first time (during 3 aliance) and reader was abt to be targeted by reiji himuro but Lao was there taking over thinking she couldnt fight eventhough she shows she's a good fighter at the end. Both shock seeing each other since she only heard bad rumours abt lao and lao dont know this is the girl from housen people been talkin abt. Kinda awkward at first but reader has this easy going but lil cocky persona. They then meet each other for several time unexpectedly and started to like each other secretly.
Anyplot will do cuz i'll leave it to you. Sorry for writing to long to explain the plot that you might take as inspo 😘
Love you 3000 xoxo
Big Mouth
Character(s): "Rao" Misaki Mario (x reader), Ueda Sachio (slight x reader)
Plot Line: As per usual when Seibang's Kendo team showed up at Housen for practice, the gym was locked. Having to track down the boys yet again for the keys, you run into an unusual male.
Warnings: High and Low Violence
Note: Thanks so much for the request! I didn’t use everything you said because I like to go with the flow when writing (a stylistic choice on my part not your fault) so I hope you like a couple of surprises I sprinkled in.
“All–” You huff as another student comes barreling towards you causing Jamuo to let out a girlish yelp as he gets out of the way. Quickly, you snap your bokken down right on the back of the guy’s neck chasing him, making the guy instantly collapse to the ground in pain, “I wanted–”
Kicking in the door to a classroom, you see three more Senomon tech students inside–all instantly turning around at the commotion–but no Housen students in sight; more specifically no Odajima. A fact that makes you let out an aggravated sigh as the students begin to come at you,
“--Was the gym keys!”
It was true. That was all you wanted.
Hailing from Seibang Girls’ High School, your school had a lot of prestige and, most importantly, class. Two elements you tried your hardest to embody when you entered high school as a first-year. Though, it was at times like this even two years later, that you failed miserably at that.
Due to your close relationship with Ueda Yui and eventually the boys at Housen, the girls Kendo team you were captain of often borrowed Housen’s gym for practice. Most of the time caused by the fact the softball team was taking up your original practice space. Which is normally fine until you show up to Housen and no one is there to unlock the gym for you guys.
Meaning as the closest to the Housen members, you had to go track down the keys.
“I swear to fucking–” You start feeling an aggravated twitch go through you as someone kicks you in the back. One you instantly return ten fold by kicking the guy in the nuts, “Odajima! When I find your dumbass you are dead! Dead, you hear?!”
You really lost your class in situations like this. Really.
As Jamuo yelps about some other students coming after you two, you instantly grab the cowardly male by the collar and jump through a window. Landing on the roof of an area down below. Jamuo sputters, attempting to catch his breath after what you just did, but you are more interested in something else.
Suzuran?
Based on the black and gold uniforms amongst the red, you could only guess the six males fighting on the ground in front of you hailed from that chaotic and unruly boys’ school.
“What…” You mumble, already feeling a headache come on as you attempt to wrap your head around the situation, “How the fuck does Housen get in some much trouble…? Oi, Hey!”
Not allowing the Senomon Tech guys on the ground in front of you enough time to turn around, you leap from the roof and onto the group. Kicking most to the ground and hitting a guy in front of you with your wooden sword in the process.
“Wha–” You jump in surprise, stopping you from going after another student, as a person–a full on person–is thrown past you like a ragdoll. As you turn to your right to look at the source, you see a rather tall and looming Suzuran male standing there; who freezes in his tracks as he sees you, “Oi! Watch it!”
However, it wasn’t in the way the male at first thought intended as you threw your sword, smacking a student that was sneaking up behind him. Quickly, the Suzuran student turns around and chucks the knocked out one through a window; putting him out of commision and out of the way as you get closer to him. Not even bothering to jog to go grab your sword, you take the opportunity to look the male over, beginning to realize that he looked oddly familiar. Not in the way that you have seen this male before but that he looks exactly like someone Sachio once described.
Raoh.
“Hey, Oi. Pay attention next time, pretty boy.” You say, huffing as you grab your wooden sword poking the male in the chest as he continues to stare at you. Raoh, slightly taken aback by your words and action, seems to freeze once more, “We don’t need you getting injured. I’m too busy today to be kissing any boo boos away.”
“There they are!” Scrunching your eyebrow slightly in annoyance, you begin to curse Housen out in your mind as backup for the opposing group arrives. All armed with pipes and wooden weapons; Kamasaka students. Of course.
When would Sachio be back again? He never forgot to leave the keys at Housen whenever you had practice that day.
“Oi!” You yelp as while kicking some guy in the gut, a strong arm suddenly wraps around your waist, lifting you up and bringing you around as he spins. It takes you a moment to realize it was this Raoh guy grabbing ahold of you. In his other hand a Kamasaka student, who he swung around before eventually throwing into a crowd of them.
“A little warning next time?” You say, raising an eyebrow at him as he places you back down on the ground. You can tell Raoh is a bit flustered by your confrontation and sarcastic attitude. However, he was no were close to how flustered he became at your next words, “I like to be manhandled but jeez take me on a date first, will ya?”
Without another word, you kick a metal pipe away from a twitching injured student on the ground and walk off. Leaving Raoh without an opportunity to ask what you mean. Allowing him to just ponder with all the chaos going on around him.
Little do you know the impact you had on him just from the brief moment in time.
–.--.--.--.--
“Ow. Ow.” Odajima curses as you continue to look through his pockets. The young man dangling off Jinkawa, quite bruised and battered from the fight. However, you don’t pay it any mind, instead lighting up when your hand comes into contact with familiar metal. You nearly scream with joy as the jingle of keys is heard as you pull it out of Odajima's front pocket. “Oi, watch your hand–”
“Thank you, God,” You yell, cutting the Housen student off from his whining as you kiss the key to the gym. Finally–fucking finally–you got the keys. “I need to call the girls.”
“Oh? Sachio?”
As you begin to pull out your phone, Housen practically erupts in excitement as they see their leader–Ueda Sachio–at the front of Senomon Tech. A sight you are relieved to see as well. No more days of chasing down the keys to the gym.
“Sachio,” You whine, not hesitating on jogging up to male. Him seeming quite taken aback that you are here, “You need to make a copy of these keys. I can’t keep on tracking down Housen for them. Do you know how long the ride was here?”
At your whines of agony, Housen begins to laugh. Not taking the pain you go through in trying to find them seriously. Even Sachio can’t help but let out a chuckle as he brings up a hand to wrinkle your hair.
“I’ll be sure to–” Suddenly the smile on Sachio’s face wipes clean as he spots something behind you, “What is Suzuran doing here?”
Turning around, you nearly jump in shock at the group of black uniformed males standing behind you. More specifically Raoh, the boy you were fighting with earlier, that literally was towering over you.
“Hey– Oh.” You are taken aback as Raoh suddenly pulls out his phone and hands it to you. As you stare at the blank contact on the screen of it, It takes you a moment to put two and two together, “Oh… Do you want my phone number?”
Raoh nods his head, seeming patient despite what you’ve heard as you begin to slowly put it in. All the while Housen and Oya look on confused. Wondering what in the world was going on and how the two of you knew each other.
“Are you free this saturday? At three o’clock?” Raoh asks, his deep voice catching you off guard once more as it is the first time you heard him speak today. With a small and meek nod of your head, the Suzuran man smiles. Though only for a moment before he gently takes the phone from your hands.
“It’s a date.” You let out a small gasp as Raoh leans down and places a soft kiss on your forehead; unable to stop your heart from doing a summersault at the romantic gesture. One of his large hands running down the back of your hair to the tips of the strands as he pulls away; bringing some hair to fall gently back to your face as heat rises to your cheeks, “I’ll pick you up at two.”
As Suzuran begins to walk away, leaving everyone stunned at what just took place, it is–of course–Fujio that breaks the dead silence of the situation.
“Oh, good job Raoh!” He cheers, giving his friend a thumbs up. While he didn’t understand what just took place or the context behind it, he knew the Suzuran male just asked a girl out. So like every male, he was supportive of the heroics and guts behind it. Well maybe not every male in this situation.
It is as Raoh gives Fujio a thumbs up back, that everyone else breaks out of their stupidor. Especially Sachio who instantly challenges Raoh. Declaring that you were friends of Housen, thus part of Housen. Even Odajima hopped off Jinkawa to challenge the other students of Raoh’s faction.
It seemed like an all out brawl was about to commence with everyone present.
Well… everyone but you. You, still shell shocked, couldn’t believe getting in a fight for Housen got you a date with the Misaki Mario of Suzuran. You couldn’t wait to tell the girls about this one. They would be so excited.
Though… Yui might be a little disappointed as she has been trying to set you up with her brother for as long as you remember.
Plot Line: Even though you were twins, Cobra was born before you. This meant he would be your big brother; no matter what you or he could do about it. He took this to heart and protected you fiercely from everything. However, what happens what you end up in a situation and you have to tell your protective older brother something he rather not hear?
Warnings: Anxiety, Angst, Inappropriate comedy (18+), talks of terminal Illness, High & Low violence
How does one tell Cobra something.
Even as his younger sister (though only by an hour, which you remind him of constantly) you ask yourself that often. For it is often that Cobra messes up and has to tell you something. Like the time Yamato and him broke your doll house or the time he accidentally lost all your history notes that he stole before a big exam.
So whenever you messed up, it was hard to tell him.
Usually there would be a right time or a moment you could bring it up. But, you didn’t think such a thing existed in this situation.
Put simply, you were pregnant.
More precisely three months along now but you’ve known since you were two weeks in. The main problem was. You haven’t told anyone…
Not Naomi. Not Yamato. Not Noboru. And definitely–Definitely–not Cobra.
The reason was simple. You were scared. Not just by their reaction when they find out you are pregnant. But by whom.
Smokey.
Life worked in strange ways. Everyone would be shocked when they found out. How the hell did you two meet? They likely wouldn’t think you two had anything in common. Turns out it was the simple things. You both cared deeply about family and you both hated to be a burden to the ones you loved and adored. The two of you grew close over those two simple things. Extremely close on nights when one of you needed comfort.
Was it love? Was it a close friendship? It was hard to determine.
It’ll be alright. We’ll figure it out.
You still remembered Smokey’s words when you told him. Always so calm and always so sweet; thinking of others before himself. Even as he tried to keep calm and collected, you could see by how his hands ever so slightly shook as he took yours that he was scared. Afraid.
Smokey has never been in good health since you’ve known him. While you’ve helped him go to a doctor, they didn’t have much help to give. A lung transplant; that's the only thing that could stop his deteriorating health. All he could do was wait and maybe–if he was lucky–get a donation to pay for the surgery. But the chances were few and far between. So, he could only take some pills to keep himself stable and put his health on the back burner for now.
Would he live long enough for the child to grow up? What would happen if you were left all alone? Even though he didn’t say it, you knew those were the questions that were clouding Smokey’s mind.
It’ll be alright. We’ll figure it out.
You allowed him to hold you that night. Ignoring the worried calls from Cobra and the others when you didn’t return home. Only in the morning messaging a simple ‘I’m okay’ to them even though you weren’t. You and Smokey going your separate ways as the sun rose early in the morning. Him needing to return back to the Rude Boys and you needing to return back to Sannoh.
Life worked in strange ways. It really did.
It really fucking did.
“I can’t believe this,” You mumble, likely looking a little pale as you stare down at the stack of ultrasound photos. Each one of the Rude Boys wanting a photo of their precious niece/nephew so you had to ask for quite a few. Usually one would have their first ultrasound at 6 to 9 weeks but due to you working full time and bills needing to be paid, you had to wait until now; at 12 weeks.
Technically you could have waited longer, Smokey and you were in no rush to get the ultrasound. An idea more on the backburner as the boys and him were more focused on trying to figure out if they could make furniture for the baby out of scrap wood from around nameless city. An idea you were highly against unless they sanded it and made sure none of the wood was compromised in any way.
Surprisingly, they found such wood. And on the same day, when you woke up to a very big shock.
“Lala,” Smokey’s sister whips her head around at her name being called. Looking quite confused as she sees you in the middle of Spring wearing a big puffy coat. It seemed your weird appearance didn’t just catch her attention either as P and Yu jumped down from their places in an area up above. Likely on patrol.
“Is everything ok–” Not allowing her to answer, you dragged her to a tent nearby. Usually used for shops to set up, but it was far too early for them. Quickly, P follows after you two, signaling to Yu to go find Smokey. Knowing this is something he should know. “What’s wrong–”
Lala falls short of finishing her sentence as you take off your coat and show her what had you acting so strange. She couldn’t believe her eyes as she just saw you a day ago and it didn’t look like anything like this.
“Woah…” P lets out, taking the words right out Lala’s mouth for her. The girl still very much in shock as she tried to wrap her head around it. “That’s… That’s normal right?”
“I– Sort of? I– I don’t know. They said it's common for it to just appear suddenly one morning when you wake up. But– I don’t think it's supposed to be–”
“Is everything–”
You nearby jump in shock as Smokey and the rest of the Rude Boys barge into the tent. Expecting something horrible only to stare in shock just like P and Lala were seconds ago once they see you. The only one being somewhat calm about the situation being, of course, Smokey. Who after reading some books with you, knew this would be happening any day now.
His eyes soften as he gazes upon it. Looking at you with love and wonder as he slowly makes his way to you. A soft grin spreading to his lips as he touches your stomach, lightly tracing the bump there with his calloused fingers.
“Don’t– Don’t you think it's a bit big?” You finally ask after a few moments, telling Smokey the worry clouding your mind as you gazed upon your stomach, “I look eighteen weeks pregnant, not twelve.”
You were correct. While many in the tent knew nothing about pregnancies and had hardly ever seen a pregnant woman in her first trimester, they couldn’t help but agree that your bump was rather big. Which is likely what added to the huge shock as they saw you just over 24 hours before, no bump in sight.
“Maybe you should go to that ultrasound?” Takeshi suggests, always the voice of reason amongst the boys especially whenever Smokey was absent. “If it has to do with your belly… the doctors should be able to notice it with that, right?”
Smokey and you looked at each other and you couldn’t help but agree that Takeshi made a fair point.
“I can see if Dr.Sato has a free spot today? Will you be…” Your voice trails off when you notice a sad look grow on Smokey’s face.
“Sorry…” He starts, letting out a heavy sigh, “Things between Daruma and us have been… tense. We are expecting Daruma to try to cause some chaos in the market later today. I really want to but–”
You grab Smokey’s hand, stopping the man from going into a rant, “It's okay. I understand.”
And you did. If being Cobra’s sister taught you anything, it is that sometimes the people you loved had to drop everything at a moment’s notice to protect what they believed in.
“Just keep me updated. I’ll let you know if I got the appointment and if nothing is going on, we can see if it's safe for me to come here after.”
Smokey nods his head. While disappointed he won’t be there, he is at least pleased he will be updated on what is going on.
Fuck.
As you finally turn your phone back on after shutting it down during your appointment, you couldn’t help but grow anxious at the slew of texts that came in; some dating back hours ago. While many were from Sannoh and your brother asking if you wanted to join them at the bar, some were from the Rude Boys. It seemed the situation with Daruma was solved and Smokey was wondering if–
“There you are,” You nearly jump in fright as a voice calls out in front of you. Instantly recognizing the blonde male in front of you.
“Takeshi? What the hell–” You start, thankful it wasn’t a different blonde. Especially as it would be hard to explain the building you were standing out in front of. Quickly you whip your head around before dragging the male into an alleyway nearby, “What are you doing here? This is Sannoh territory.”
It would be extremely hard to come up with an excuse as to why a Rude Boy was this far from their territory. Especially as the boys rarely left and you were in the north end of Sannoh, closer to Oya territory than theirs.
“Smokey got worried. You didn’t answer his texts and it was getting dark,” Takeshi says, gesturing to the golden and red sky above you guys, “He sent me to pick you up.”
Moving his hand, he points to an old army jeep. One the Rude Boys often used along with their dirt bikes when they needed to get somewhere not in their territory fast. However, due to it being so old and so unique, it wouldn’t be hard for any of the Sannoh boys to instantly recognize the vehicle. Knowing an opposing gang was in their territory.
Oh god.
“Give me a second.” Takeshi says, suddenly seeming to remember something as he pulls out his phone. It rings for a moment before someone picks up on the other end.
“Hello?” Instantly recognizing the voice on the other end, you visibly relax.
“Hey, Smokey. I’ve got her right here. She just came out of her appointment.”
“Did everything go well?” Smokey asks as you take the phone from Takeshi. Already feeling much better as you could hear his voice on the other end. He has always had that calming effect on you, “Nothing wrong?”
Letting out another sigh, you hear shuffling on the other end of the phone. Likely the others joining Smokey to hear the results of your appointment.
“Everything went well. Nothing wrong at all. Just…” You let out a particularly heavy sigh, knowing you had no choice but to explain it to them as just ignoring the obvious would make them more concerned, “...I’m feeding for four.”
“Huh?”
“What?”
Takeshi–the only one you can visibly see–jaw drops in shock as he processes what you just said. Even though you shouldn’t, you can’t help but laugh a little. Finally giving the male the stack of photos after a few moments so he can finally come to terms on what you said.
Staring down at the photo, even though it wasn’t his, Takeshi can’t help but feel tears pluck in the corner of his eyes as he sees his nieces/nephews. Each labeled with a number 1 through 3 so it was each to identify each one.
“Tr–Triplets…” Takeshi starts, his voice slightly shaking as he speaks, “She’s having triplets, Smokey.”
A little concerned by the sudden silence at the other end, you call out as well, “Smokey?”
Your eyes can’t help but widen in shock as you hear an ever so slight sniffle on the other end.
“Y–Yeah?”
Takeshi seems quite taken aback as well as he hears the others telling Smokey it was okay as they laughed and patted their leader on the back. Though the two of you quickly can’t help but allow a wide grin to take on your faces as you hear Smokey’s chuckle as well; Sounding slightly watered down from his tears and stuffy nose as he was still a bit emotional. Realizing it was a good cry, not a bad one.
“We’ll be there soon, Smokey.” Looking up at Takeshi, who grabs the keys from his pockets, you quickly follow him out of the alleyway as you continue to talk on the phone, “Don’t go crying anymore. I still have yet to show you the photos. I practically started sobb–”
Quickly, as you glance to your right, you can’t help but freeze in your steps. The smile wiping clean off your face when your eyes lock with another.
Oh, no.
No. no. no. no. no.
“Shit,” Takeshi curses once he sees them as well, “Smokey, fuck. We’ve been seen.”
However, even though you know Smokey and the others are saying something on the other end, you can only continue to stare at your brother; the rest of the world blocked out just from the pure shock running through your body. Cobra eyes are wide and confused as he sees you. The rest of the gang confused as well as they pause in getting off their bikes. Clearly having showed up after hearing the Rude Boys jeep was spotted in Sannoh.
It is only as Takeshi shakes your shoulder that you finally snap your gaze away from Cobra, “We have to go. Now.”
But–
Not allowing you a second to respond, likely thinking you were still in shock, Takeshi grabs you by the wrist and starts dragging you to the car. Hoping that since the boys are far enough down the street, that he could beat them to his car.
“Hey. Hey!” The roaring sound of blood pumping through your veins echoes in your head as your brother finally snaps out of his trance. His voice muffled in your ears even though he is probably yelling. As you shakily take a seat in the passenger seat, you can’t help but jump in surprise as you feel a hand suddenly grab onto the jacket on your shoulder.
“What are you doing? Why the hell are you with—?” Yamato asks as you stare up at him with wide eyes. However, it is as he pulls at your jacket, that he sees your stomach. Stopping him dead in his tracks as he takes in the sight, “Why are you pregnant? What the fuck did those bastar–”
You gasp in shock as Takeshi suddenly kicks Yamato, getting the man to fall onto the sidewalk, as the vehicle finally starts. You can’t help but snap your head around as your brother begins to call your name, still racing after the vehicle. Only stopping once the vehicle finally picks up speed, causing him to stop and stare.
To stare back at you with so many questions and concerns in his eyes.
“I—“ You start, turning back around to face the front. Just in pure shock at what just happened, “I— I should have told him. Oh my god… I’m such an idiot.”
“Stop it.” Takeshi yells over the wind as he drives, reaching a hand over to grab onto one of your shaking ones. “You did what you thought best. You weren’t sure how Cobra would react to finding out about Smokey. It could have caused a bigger mess than this for all you know.”
“But— My brother will be chasing after us, you know?” You start, looking in the rear view mirror as if waiting for the motorcycles of the Sannoh Hoodlum Squad to whip around the corner, “He’ll— He’ll come to nameless city and—“
“It’s okay. It’s okay.” Takeshi says, grabbing hold of your shoulders and hugging you as the vehicle reaches a stop light. “Everything will be okay. This can’t blow up anymore than it is.”
“B-But—“
“Breathe. Please just breathe.” Takeshi says, running a hand down your back to soothe your shaking figure, “We’ll be home soon. Everything will be okay.”
As the stop light changes and he is forced to pull away, you are finally quiet. While still shaking, you lean into Takeshi’s side for comfort. Clutching his hand tightly as he continues to drive back to the Rude Boys territory. Unable to stop yourself from jumping whenever you heard to loud sound of a motorcycle engine off in the distance
“Smoke—“ As soon as Takeshi slams on the brakes, putting the car in park. The rest of the Rude Boys descend. Instantly Smokey clutches onto you and helps you out of the car, not wanting to let you go.
His eyes trail your body, looking for any signs that you were hurt in any way.
“What in the hell happened out there?”
“Sannoh recognized–” As Takeshi leaps out and begins to explain, you allow Smokey to pick you up–something you usually wouldn’t allow–as he and the group begin to walk. Knowing better than to argue with the leader when he was like this, though you also didn’t have the strength to. Secretly you are glad Smokey’s large puffy jacket muffled your ears from the talking of the boys around you. Allowing you to focus on his steady heartbeat; giving you a chance to tune out of the world.
Though only for a couple of moments, only a couple moments of peace, before Smokey calls your name. Lifting your head, you glance up at Smokey, who looks down at you. Concern and apologies swirling in his dark eyes.
“We need to hide you.” Smokey whispers, seeming to not like the conclusion he has determined but knowing it was the best and safest option for you.
“What…?” You start, caught off guard as the boys begin to jog, knowing where to head as they likely have limited time. You, still in his grasp, whip your head around to determine where you guys are going. However, night had fallen and it was too dark to know your surroundings. The only light being the moon that shined through the clouds, “Smokey, wait. You– You can’t do that. The boys– My brother is going to misunderstand.”
“Yes, I know. I’m sorry.” Smokey says, lifting you up and handing you to P on a platform attached to a crane. Reminding you of the ones that are used in the mines. As the boys all jump on, Yu hitting the lever before jumping on as well, the platform begins to move upwards. Finally allowing you down to your feet, Smokey brings you into his arms. Hiding his face in your hair as he attempts to control his shaky breathing, “I’m sorry. I just… can’t risk how they will react. Yamato has already seen your stomach and they likely have already begun to draw their own conclusions.”
“But…” However, your voice quickly trails off as you think. Smokey had a point. While you know your brother and his friends would never hurt you. Never. You could very easily get caught in the crossfire if things heated up too quickly between the groups. The gangs in SWORD were always on the brink of war with one another. Even the slightest of comments or looks could break the peace in seconds.
“I’m sorry.” Smokey repeats, lifting his head to press a kiss to your forehead. One that causes your eyes to flutter shut as you lean into his gentle and caring gesture. As he pulls away, you can see a slight glint in his eyes. One you can’t determine as the lift final comes to a stop. As you look around, you gain an understanding of where you are. All of you are in some sort of watch tower office. One that clearly belongs to the Rude Boys as you look around: maps, notes and their items strewn about the place.
As you watch P pull out a batch of wires inside the panel of the lift, clearly cutting the power so it can’t be accessed from below, Smokey takes you in another room. While you guessed it was originally meant to be a small office meant for a manager, the Rude Boys had clearly turned it into a resting room of some sort. Torn pillows, blankets, and even an old twin mattress on the floor in the corner. Likely this room was used by the boys when they took turns watching from the tower on patrols.
As Smokey shuts the door and calls your name, you turn your attention away from your surroundings and back to him.
“Promise me.” He starts, bringing up a hand to cup your face. Swiping a thumb across your cheek as he looks you in the eyes, “Promise me that no matter what happens that you won’t run out into the mess of this.”
While you didn’t want to agree. Especially as you considered what could possibly happen and how many could get hurt. A thing that made you nauseous as you realized it was all caused by you. You knew you had to agree. If you left Smokey and the others worried, who knew what could happen to them.
You knew the best option would be to allow Smokey to have a clear mind. One that could keep him calm and hopefully talk to your brother instead of having an all out brawl commence, “I promise…”
Your words are quickly cut off as Smokey captures his lips in yours. It is passionate and heated compared to the usual pecks he gives you. One that takes your breath away and leaves you dizzy.
And as Smokey pulls away, you see the glint return back in his eyes. You once again didn’t understand it, that is until Smokey pulls you once again into another hug. Kissing your hair as he sighs, once more trying to calm himself.
It is as he does so, his body pressed up against yours more so than usual as he rests his chin on your head, that you feel it.
“I…” You start, unable to help yourself from letting out a laugh. Instantly trying to muffle it in the fur of his jacket as you feel it pressed up against your hip, “Do you have…?”
“...Sorry.”
“Why do you…” You can’t help but let out another laugh at how Smokey shifts slightly away so you can no longer feel it. Always a gentleman. “Why do you have a boner, Smokey?”
“I–” As he pulled away to look at you, you could tell he felt embarrassed and quickly stopped laughing. His eyes looking more so to the wall than you, “It’s because… some guy is trying to take you away.”
“But… it's my brother.”
“I know.” His eyes snapping back to yours so you don’t misunderstand what he is trying to say, “It's because he has the power to stop me from seeing you. Permanently. That’s what it is, not who he is.”
“So… you are basically saying that you…,” You start, heat slightly spreading up your face at what you are about to say, “You are possessive over me and are trying to… stake your claim.”
Instantly, Smokey’s ears turn red and you can tell he just wants to bury his head back in your shoulder in embarrassment.
“It’s okay, Smokey,” You say, reassuring the man as you come up and press a kiss to his lips. One he instantly melts into, “It’s pretty… attractive. Just not the right place or time.”
“Sorr–”
“Don’t apologize. We can… explore this later.” You say, cutting off another apology from him. While he wasn’t as prideful like your brother or the other sword leaders, he was apologizing a lot today. Even for him, “I just don’t want the boys or… my brother to walk in on us.”
Just as an uncomfortable shiver trails up your spine at the thought, you see Smokey freeze. Definitely horrified at the thought as well.
“Another day it is,” He agrees, making you laugh a little. The sound bringing a small grin to his lips. Though not for long as a knock on the door breaks the happy atmosphere.
“Smokey,” Takeshi says, pausing for a moment as he seems to determine his next words, “Cobra and the rest of Sannoh is here.”
“Okay. I’ll be out in a moment,” The leader replies, before looking back at you. A concerned look once again returning to his face, “Please. Stay here.”
“...I will…”
Giving you one last look as he opens the door, Smokey seems to take you in–almost as if he was thinking this might be the last time he would see you–before shutting it close. A soft click followed by what sounds like shuffling. It takes you a moment to realize the boys were pushing heavy boxes in front of the door in order to hide the room.
As silence overtakes the room, you find yourself all alone. With the only light in the room being from a window covered in newspaper clipping, you can’t do much other than sit so as not to trip or fall. You can’t even pace to ease your worries.
With a heavy sigh, you grab an old tattered quilt on the floor and sit in the corner on the old mattress. Wrapping yourself in the blanket as the cold spring night wind whips around outside. It was a long time spent in silence and your own thoughts. You couldn’t even look at your phone or the ultrasound photo of the triplets; both still in Takeshi’s possession. Sitting, waiting and thinking; that's all you could do.
You even thought about sleeping, but you knew you couldn–
You let out a loud yelp as a crash resounds throughout the room. The glass of the window shattering and it takes you a moment to realize it was P. Covered in bruises and cuts as he attempts to get to his feet in the middle of the room, you realize someone had thrown him through it.
“Are you ok–”
“Stay back!” P yells, stopping you from coming to him as you get to your feet. You are confused until you hear someone else jumping through the window as well. However, it's not who you expect.
“So this is where you have been keeping her,” Koo says as he adjusts his white suit, slightly brushing something off his shoulder. Rocky’s assistant glances your way as you stare at him in shock; seeming to check over your figure. His eyes stopping on your stomach before his jaw clenches, “A bunch of heathens that's what you guys are. How many times did you take turns abusing and manipulating this woman?”
“Wait–” However you can’t even get a word in before you are suddenly lifted up, letting out a scream as someone begins to take you through the window.
“Let her–” P dodges as Koo attempts to hit him with his staff. The older man fully intending on blocking the Rude Boy from grabbing you as you are continued to be taken through.
As you glance back, you see Shimura. The blonde male, with both of his eyes covered in those strange leather goggles of his, grins at you, “Got you!”
Of course, the White Rascals are here.
Protector of Women. They would instantly jump in if one was in danger. You were just surprised your brother asked the group for help. At least you think he did.
Did that mean the Rude Boys were outnumbered? Were any of the other SWORD groups here as well? You had too many questions and worries bouncing through your mind. Way too overwhelmed for what was good for you.
“Okay, now we are– Hey! Wait!” As soon as Shimura puts you down on the platform so you can stand, you instantly end up bolting. As to where you would go, you didn’t know. You knew you couldn’t go back in the office as that would be a dead end and Koo was still in there. Stuck on the highest point of the tower, you technically could only go one way. Down.
“Oi! That's dangerous!”
The white rascal chases after you, only to freeze in his steps as he watches you go over the railing and walk across a supported metal beam. Thank goodness the boys got bored one day and taught you some of their tricks. While you couldn’t do any of their crazy flips or spins, you could at least keep your balance and slide down on some things.
Grabbing hold of the fabric at the end of the beam that fell all the way to a platform a few floors below, you take a deep breath and step off the edge. An action that makes Shimura gasp and begin to yell at you to knock it off as you dangle on the material; drawing the attention of some of the others nearby.
“Oi– Hey!” You nearly jump in fright as something grabs onto the fabric as well, however you breathe a sigh of relief when you just realize it is just P. The young man a bit more bruised than a couple moments ago when you saw him but he seemed to escape Koo’s grasp without an issue.
“Be careful,” P says as places one of his arms around your waist, just in case you slipped so he could grab you, “Let's try to get you away from this mess.”
“Okay.”
With a deep breath, you and P begin to slide down the fabric. A bit slower than what the Rude Boys would normally do, but thankfully you got to the bottom without any issues.
“The bikes–Shit.” Just as P goes to look at something, he instantly stops in his tracks. As you look to your right, you see both Rocky and your brother making their way to you. Simply stated, Cobra looked pissed.
“Hino, wait–” You start only to stop once something jumps down in front of you. Taking you by surprise, it takes a moment to realize it was Smokey. While you normally would be more than glad to see the young man, it wasn’t right now. Your heart stopping when you see the crimson liquid dripping from his lips, knowing it was from his lungs, “Stop. Stop! Everyone just stop!”
As you clutch onto Smokey, screaming at everyone, Cobra and Rocky pause in their steps. Well maybe not Cobra if it weren’t for Rocky sticking out a hand to stop him.
“Are you okay?” You ask as Smokey gets to his feet, a little shaky as he wipes his lips. The man nods his head but makes no effort to move, instead bringing you close so you are behind him. P behind both of you so as to watch your backs.
“Stay… Stay behind,” Smokey chokes out, grabbing your hand and running his thumb over it. As he looks back at you, unable to help yourself–mostly out of worry–you take the sleeve of your jacket and rub away the crimson liquid falling from the man’s lips. An action that has you wincing as Smokey ends up accidentally having a coughing fit into the fabric; Spiting up more blood in the process but you don’t bring your hand away. Too worried about him than anything else.
“Smokey, you bastard!” Cobra suddenly yells, catching you off guard as you look to see your brother practically fuming as he glares down the male. If looks could kill, right? “I thought of you better than this. You have a sister but you– you still allow your group to manipulate and rape–”
“Hold up! Wait!” You shout, cutting off the extreme conclusion your brother came to. Not even wanting him to finish that sentence. Taking a deep breath you finally decide it was time to address the obvious. No more running away in fear or allowing Smokey to protect you.
“Hino, they never did any of that. I– Smokey and I…” You take your gaze away from your brother to look at Smokey. The haggard man slightly panting in order to breathe but smiles gently as you Interlock your fingers with his. Giving you a reassuring squeeze, “Smokey and I are together.”
“What?”
“Well sort of together,” You say, mumbling slightly; not noticing the tone your brother used, “We became close friends and… things sort of happened… and then I got pregnant. I–”
“You–” Something suddenly smashes nearby, making you jump slightly and cut off your words. Instantly Smokey pushes you further behind him and it takes you a moment to realize it was caused by Cobra. Your brother having kicked something nearby to him in a heat of rage, “You can’t be serious. This– This has to be some sort of lie. He must be manipulating–”
“It’s not!” You yell back, your emotions finally coming crashing down on you, “I just– I just…”
You let out a heavy sigh as you cross your arms, slightly gnawing at your lip as you begin to feel anxious. Especially knowing you had to explain your decision, “I was just scared to tell you, Hino.”
Your brother seems to pause for a moment. His gaze slightly growing less sharp and cold upon hearing your words, “Scared to tell me…?”
“I…” You gulp, feeling tears begin to prick the corner of your eyes. Damn it, “I–I knew I messed up. I don’t regret anything with Smokey but I knew that because he was from another group that it could cause problems. I wanted to tell you but– but– I was scared if it would cause a fight or– or– if it would disappoint you– or–”
You sniff a little, wiping your eyes as tears rolled down your cheek. It's silent from Cobra’s end and you can’t bring yourself to look up at your older brother. Though through blurry vision trained to the ground you see Smokey turn around. Guessing he was looking at you as he began to rub comforting circles in your hand. Unable to help yourself–the simple act reducing you to sobs–you can’t help but throw yourself in the male’s arms; hiding your head in the man’s jacket as you cry.
However as you cry in Smokey’s jacket, trying to calm the aching and horrible feeling in your heart, it isn’t long before a hand grasps your arm and you are pulled into another’s hold. The other person’s arms instantly wrapping around your body tightly as they place their chin on your shoulder. Smelling the cologne and laundry detergent you knew your brother used made you sob even harder when you realized it was him who was holding you.
“I–I’m–m so sorry– Sorry, Hino–” You sob out, your voice breaking and cracking as you attempt to pull yourself together. Especially as your brother hushes you and draws shapes on your shoulder with his hand to get you to calm down. Something he has done ever since you two were kids.
“Idiot… What are you apologizing for?” Cobra says, pulling his head back up so you can see each other. With a small frown on his face, he brings up a thumb and wipes the tear stains from your cheeks, “I’m not angry or disappointed in you. Sure, you and Smokey…”
He takes the chance to send the male a glare from over your shoulder. One you probably would guess, Smokey gave right back; knowing him.
“...I’m not too happy about it but it's at least better than Murayama or… Hyuga. I would definitely kill them if that ever happened.” You can’t help but let out a small choked laugh at your brother’s comment. Especially as he grumbles about the last part, “But, if anything, I’m just upset and worried you felt like you couldn’t tell anyone this.”
“Technically, all of nameless city knew–”
“Doesn’t count.” Your brother sternly says, cutting P off, “You couldn’t have even told Naomi?”
“You know she would instantly tell Yamato or you.”
Your brother huffs but understands that you were very much correct in your assumption. While she kept some secrets from the boys, you knew she would definitely tell the boys about it the moment she found out about anything between you and Smokey. Entirely for your safety of course.
“So…” Your brother starts after a sigh, seeming awkward but you could tell he wanted to ask something, “How long have you and Smokey been a… thing?”
“Well…” You turn to Smokey who seems to freeze at the subject. Knowing this could quickly set Cobra off as well, “We aren’t really together. We sort of…”
“…are messing around?”
“No, no,” You say, quickly reassuring your brother as he attempts to go around you. Likely to give Smokey a piece of his mind if he thought of you as a ‘fun time’, “It wasn’t physical. Definitely not at first. We would just… rely on the other to share our deepest secrets and to seek reassurance when we weren’t okay. It isn't until later that the other stuff just… happened.”
Grumbling under his breath, your brother seems still quite unhappy about the whole situation but honestly–-truly honest–his reaction could have been a lot worse. Especially knowing him and all the scenarios you conjured up in your head.
It is only as heavy boots approach you, that you forgot about one crucial thing. A thing that makes your blood run cold once more.
“Sor–Sorry, Rocky,” You murmur sheepishly, glancing at the Rascals leader as he approaches. While he outwardly didn’t look pissed, some of the White Rascals men were definitely beaten up. A clear indicator in the bruises and cuts on Kaito, Kizzy and Koo’s faces as they walk up behind their leader, “Sorry you got dragged into this mess–”
However, the White Rascals leader raises his hand, signaling you to stop in your rant. A small smile gracing his lips, that quickly disappears as you blink. Reaching into his pocket, the man pulls out a business card and gives it to you.
“If shit hits the fan again and you need help,” He starts, pulling down his sunglasses he gives you a knowing wink, “Don’t hesitate to call.”
“Hey.” Your brother warns as the White Rascal leader walks away. But, the Rascals don’t listen and just ignore your brother; instead cheering and exhaustingly leaving as they eaves you goodbye. The only one seeming to still pay attention to your group was Kizzy. The young woman holding up a small picture–almost making you choke on your spit as you instantly identify it–and sending you a knowing smile.
“You better stop by at the club,” Kizzy yells as Kaito wraps an arm around her shoulder, beginning to lead her away, “I want to see more of these cuties.”
“Hey!” Yu yells as he leaps down next to you guys. However the Rascals are already walking down the metal steps; no longer in hearing distance, “That’s ours!”
“It’s fine. It’s fine.” You reassure, stopping the younger male from chasing after them. Clearly pouting at the fact they stole something they were waiting for, “I got plenty of extra copies.”
“Extra copies…?” Cobra asks as Yu yells upwards at Takeshi. Asking him to come down so as to get his copy. Once more you freeze as you realize your brother has no idea about the appointment today… nor the results.
“Well…” You start as Takeshi joins you guys. A nervous sweat breaking out as you see the rest of Sannoh and Rude Boys coming out from the structure as well, coming to likely see what the ruckus is about, “...twin genes, am I right?”
As Takeshi holds out a picture to Cobra, you back up and return to Smokey’s side. Allowing Sannoh and your brother to process what exactly they were seeing. Hoping their reaction wouldn’t be too bad as you left them alone with the other Rude Boys.
“You okay?” You ask Smokey, cupping the male’s face. His stern eyes easing as you approach; seeming to melt into your touch as he wraps a hand around your waist. Always liking you close by within arms length.
Instead of responding, Smokey leans in and takes your lips with his. While you flinch a little at the sticky feeling, reminding you he was just coughing up blood a few moments ago, you eventually relax and return the loving kiss. Humming as Smokey takes his other calloused hand and gently cups the back of your neck. Playing with the baby hairs located there that causes shivers to shoot up your spine.
As Smokey pulls away, a loving gaze on his face. You can’t help but grin uncontrollably back at him. An action he seems to like as he wraps you in his arms and presses kisses to your face. A smile beginning to grow on his—
Don't want to give too much away but I'm in the process of writing my next fic about a member of the rude boys. However, I'm not sure which one. Especially as all of them have such amazing character traits.
Any ideas from anyone 😅
Which Rude Boy member should it be?
Smokey
Takeshi
Pi
Voting ended onApr 4, 2023
Also does anyone know the correct way to spell these men's names? I've seen Smokey but also Smoky and seen Pi but also P. I originally went with the subtitles that said Smokey and Pi but I quickly found out that depending on the source, the subtitles can be different.
Plot Line: Abandoned by your best friend, you are left to clean up after her and her boyfriend's mess. However, what happens when that boyfriend and his bestfriend show up at your door at three in the morning? Are they really here to apologize and what's with the way Suzuki Ryo looks at you?
Warnings: Bullying (sort of), Amagai (this man really needs a warning for just his whole character), High & Low (Typical violence)
“It’s okay… It’s okay…” You mumble incoherently, half awake as you slowly walk around the room. While there was no mirror in your room, you were sure you looked like a mess. Bloodshot eyes, messy hair and heavy purple eyebags underneath your eyes. Yes, being a parent was hard.
Especially when it wasn’t your fault.
You feel a tear silently slide down your cheek as you continue to bounce the baby in your arms. His crying not letting up even for a moment as he screams into your shoulder. You knew you couldn’t do anything about it. Colic; when a baby cries for a long time for no obvious reason.
It… It just…
…Sucked. Life sucked.
She was supposed to be your best friend. It was always supposed to be you and her against the world. You wondered when it started, when she started to be such a shitty friend. Probably when she started dating Amagai Kohei if you had to guess. Though, maybe she was always a shitty friend to you. You just didn’t want to believe it.
When she came to your doorstep crying about how she was pregnant by that bastard and was thrown out by her parents, what were you supposed to do? What the hell were you supposed to do?
What could you have done that would have changed the situation you were put in now?
After nine grueling months of taking care of her and her giving birth to a healthy baby boy, she… she just left. It was in the middle of the night, when you and Haruki–the name you helped her pick out for the baby boy–were fast asleep.
She disappeared from your lives.
And… And you don’t think she will be coming back.
“Shit– It’s okay… It’s– It’s okay…” You whisper, kissing the baby's head. Though you aren’t sure if it's meant for him or you.
Finally, after five long hours and it being 3am in the morning, Haruki finally stops his cries and curls up in your hold. The young babe falling asleep, finally; looking like an angel as if he wasn’t screaming like the devil a couple of minutes ago.
“Just like his father…” You mumble as you set him down in his bassinet. With one last look down at the peaceful baby, you make your way into the kitchen. Needing a cup of tea to relax yourself after the terrible day you have been having.
Just as the pot begins to roll into a boil and you are leaning with your back against the counter, you hear your doorbell ring.
“What…” You take a glance at the clock to make sure you weren’t going crazy, “It’s three in the morning. Who the hell…”
As you make your way to the door and crack it open, making sure the chain of your lock was still on just in case you had to shut it quickly, you can’t help but freeze once you see who was at your steps.
You just stare at them in disbelief. You must be imagining things. This must be from the lack of sleep. They would never ever show up here at your door. But as Suzuki Ryo greets you, you begin to understand that this was no dream and fully snap out of it. Realizing you had been staring at Amagai for far too long.
“What– What the hell are you doing here…?” You finally ask, your voice shaky as you attempt to hold back your anger. After a year, this bastard decides to show up. Now.
As Amagai says your name, his voice sounding uncomfortable and meek compared to how he used to talk to you, you wanted to scoff. Maybe he finally got his ass handed to him, you can’t help but think as you see the bruised and bandaged wounds the two boys sported.
“I… We wanted to bring some things for… umm… Haruki…” Amagai murmurs, shuffling uncomfortably with the bags in his hands. Suddenly, he seems to realize something and quickly adds it, “And, some things for you as well! Ryo… got some things for you. It was… his idea.”
You wanted to scream at him. You wanted to tell them to go away and never to come back. But, you were, one, too tired to scream right now and, two, really needed some more things for Haruki. Between High School and your shitty part-time job, your savings were running out quickly and your job couldn’t replenish them fast enough to keep up with the demand of raising a newborn.
With a small sigh, you unlock the lock on the door and allow the men in. As they place and unpack the items on the counter, surprisingly choosing the right things a three month old baby needs, you begrudgingly fall pity on the blonde man in front of you. Especially as he attempts to act like this was no big deal but his awkward shuffles around the kitchen as he follows Suzuki give him away rather quickly. So, with another small sigh, you tell Amagai that he can see Haruki but he had to be careful as the baby just fell asleep a few moments ago. You wanted to smile at the way he seemed to light up at the offer, quickly washing his hands before stumbling over his feet to make his way to your room, but were too exhausted to do so.
Shit.
You were crashing.
“Were you making a drink?” Suzuki suddenly asks, making you pause in your movements of rubbing your eyes. As you glance up at the man, one that had never really addressed you before, you can’t help but take note of an obvious difference in him. While nothing outwardly seemed to change especially in his appearance, he seemed… to glow? No longer seeming like this emotionless doll that Amagai puppeteered at every whim and need.
“Ah…” You murmur, snapping out of your thoughts once you realize the male was waiting for your response, “Yes, I was just making some tea.”
As you step forward back to the kettle that had long started boiling, Ryo seems to stop you.
“Let me do it.” He simply says, using his larger figure to cut you off as he grabs a mug from the drying rack and places a tea bag from the pack you placed on the counter earlier inside.
“But–”
“You shouldn’t be pouring something this hot while you are half awake. It’s dangerous.”
With a frustrated sigh, you glare at the man as he continues to make your tea. Not even noticing how he seemed to add the correct amount of milk and sugar you like in there. Nor how he knew to place two ice cubes in it as you didn’t like it too hot.
“I can make a simple drink just fine, Suzuk–” Suddenly, a wave of nausea hits you and you find the world around you begin to spin.
What–
“I’ve got you,” You can’t help but jump a little as Suzuki wraps his arms around your waist, catching you. Not even realizing your knees had begun to give out. You wanted to argue saying you were fine but you both knew that was a lie. As suddenly a sharp pain bounces through your head, you lean against Suzuki for support as he leans against the counter to hold you steady. You found yourself quickly slipping as you turned your head and leaned it against the man’s shoulder. Hoping the harder you squeezed your eyes that the pain throbbing in your head would go away.
“Ryo…” You incoherently murmur as one of the man’s arms quickly wraps around your behind, lifting you just enough the ground so he could carry you safely. Allowing him to bring you to the couch before you practically fell limp in his arms.
As Ryo lays on the couch, his back facing the back of it as he holds you close to him– carefully placing a pillow underneath your head before moving a lock of hair that obstructed your vision–you can only stare at him. Taking in his dark endless eyes that pierced back at yours.
“You're okay.” He says, his rough calloused hand brushing more of your hair out of the way as you begin to lose consciousness. While his face stays its usual rather blank expression, you can't help but notice the slight worry in the man’s gaze.
The same one he gave you the last time he saw you.
“Ryo…” You murmur once more, your eyes growing heavy as you finally fall asleep. Swearing you felt the gentle yet chapped feeling of Ryo’s lips against your forehead as he wraps you in his arms, whisking you off to dreamland.
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“Mina!” You can’t help but sputter as you stare at your best friend. Shocked at the information she just told you, “You can’t go having–”
Quickly, you look around the entrance to make sure none of the Senomon Tech students were close enough to hear, “Sex. Without. Protection.”
“But, he pulled out,” She whines as she adjusts her makeup in a pocket mirror she carried with her. A slight pout on her lips as she listens to you chastise her.
“That doesn’t coun–”
“Oi! Look who we have here,” While Mina practically beams at the voice, you can’t help but freeze as Amagai and his gang walks up to you two, “My lovely girlfriend…”
With a piercing gaze from Amagai that trails to your figure, like a predator would his prey, you can’t help but feel goose bumps litter your skin.
“And her precious pet.”
That's what made you question your friendship with Mina. That exact trait from Amagai. For while Mina and him were in the same high social class, you and many of the other students weren’t. Making everyone else his tools or, in your case, his girlfriend’s pet.
You shouldn’t have agreed to this. It always left a sour taste in your mouth and a sense of humiliation that seeped deep into your bones. But, she always begged you. Just one more day, she would say, I only have you. You're my friend. My only friend I hold dear to my heart. So please, one more time.
Fucking manipulator.
But, you fell for it every time.
“Hey, bitch,” You can’t help but flinch a little at the way Amagai addresses you, “Mina has owned you since you were a kid, right?”
What? You can’t help but glance a confused look Mina’s way. But, of course, the girl wasn’t paying any attention to you. Instead adjusting her lipstick as she hums to something Saboten said.
“Hey,” You take a step back, making your back hit the wall as Amagai steps forward. Kicking his leg up so his foot was right by your waist. “I don’t liked being ignored.”
“Sorry…” You sputter, fearfully glancing between him and Mina, “Yes, Mina has been—... has owned me since we were kids.”
“Well, Mina and I thought of something the other day,” Amagai starts, finally gaining Mina's attention as he gestures to her, “She has a long-term pet…”
As he gestures to you, making the others snicker, you realize you don’t like the look in his eye. Something. Something bad was about to happen.
“And, I have a long-term tool…”
Bringing his hand around, he gestures to Suzuki. The black haired man as usual just staring you down. A cold expressionless slate on his face. One that never failed to make you feel small and intimidated under his glance.
“It’s only right that we bring you two together.” He finishes, making you stare with wide-eyes in confusion as he brings his hand up to pat Suzuki’s shoulder. Seeming to have told the man something ahead of time as the black haired man steps forward. Making his way in your direction without another word.
“H– Hey!” You wince as Suzuki grabs your wrist, a bit too harsh to be comfortable, as he stands by your side. From feet to waist to shoulders, you were pressed side by side to Suzuki Ryo. Looking more like two mannequins for the others to look and examine than people.
“How adorable. Don’t they look great together?” Amagai chuckles, wrapping his arm around Mina. The young girl nodding her head in agreement with a lovesick gaze on her face as she stares at her boyfriend. Soon, the rest chime in agreement (more like mockery of you two). One who you believe was Saboten even throws a condom on the ground in front of you two.
Disgusting.
“Go.” Amagai says as he starts to walk away, “Go on a pathetic tool date or something. Hell, go make some new tools for society to use.”
Fucking… Disgusting.
What a terrible man.
You can’t help but shiver and shake in anger as you watch the group round the corner. Leaving you and Suzuki alone to just stand there as if they didn’t just treat you two as something less than human.
Unable to hold yourself back from the anger that is pumping through your veins, you snap your wrist out of Suzuki’s grasp. Sending the male an glare as he stared at you from the corner of his eyes. Still sporting that annoying expressionless face of his that you wanted to punch as you began to walk away.
As you get halfway down the street away from Senomon Tech, suddenly someone calls after you and it takes you a moment to realize as to who. Especially as you have never heard him speak before.
“I…” Suzuki starts and as you stare at him, you realize what you have been missing. While his face remained cold, expressionless, his eyes told a different story. Worry; was he worried for you? “I’m… sorry. This was my fault.”
His fault?
However you never got to ask what he meant by that as without another word, Suzuki Ryo leaves. Disappearing from your life just like you did with the others, following his lead. Deciding that very next day to transfer to a new school to get away from Mina and the brutes of Senomon Tech.
Of course, it wasn’t that easy.
Life never was.
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“She’s still asleep?” Amagai says as he enters the living room. Pulling out a cigarette only to pause and put it away once he realized where he was, “It’s half past noon. You sure she ain’t dead, Ryo?”
At the sadistic laugh that leaves Amagai’s lips, Ryo can only roll his eyes at his friend’s sense of humor. Some things would never change.
“Damn it, look at you.” Ryo’s eyes trail from the peaceful expression on your sleeping face to Amagai. His friend giving him a knowing look, “Absolutely smitten by her.”
Another laugh leaves Amagai’s lips, this time just softer, as if he knew something that Ryo didn’t, “Then again, you always were.”
With wide eyes, Ryo can’t help but stare at his friend in shock, “You knew.”
“Of course, I knew, Idiot.” Amagai scoffs, “Why did you think I started dating Mina? The way you would slow your pace whenever you would pass by the café she worked at was pathetic. You looked like a lovesick puppy.”
“You…” Ryo lets silence fill the air as he thinks over what his friend just informed him, “You dated Mina because…”
“Because she was her best friend?” Amagai finishes, gesturing to you still sound asleep in Ryo’s arms. The young man playing with the strands of your hair. Carefully untangling knots with his fingers that he would run into before continuing on as he listened to his friend. Letting out a small sigh, Ryo rests his face on your neck, seeming content, before suddenly letting out a bigger sigh and lifting his head slightly to return his attention back to Amagai.
“Ko…” Ryo starts, pausing before proceeding with his words, “...you are such a bastard.”
“Hah?” Quickly, Ryo catches a pillow that Amagai whips in his direction, simply placing it on top of your waist acting like it happened every day between the two, “Me? You were the one that wouldn’t talk to her. I had to order you to go on a date with her.”
“And, how did that turn out?”
Tense silence fills the air between the two boys at Ryo’s spiteful response. Both with their gazes cast downward as they appear to think.
“...Sorry,” Ryo voices, the first to speak up and always the first to apologize, “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Idiot… what are you apologizing for…” Amagai mumbles back, before letting out a sigh and changing the topic to something else, “At least she hates me, not you. You still have a chance.”
“Yeah…” Ryo murmurs, sighing as he pulls you closer to him. Allowing himself a selfish moment to enjoy your presence. Silently hoping you wouldn’t wake up anytime soon so that you two could stay like this. Looking like lovers even though he knew the moment you would awake, you would be nothing more than strangers, “...hopefully.”
“You will…I promise,” Amagai says, sitting up straighter as he hears Haruki begin to cry in the other room. Both men quickly acting once they notice you begin to stir from the young babe’s cries.
“Fuck… How the hell does she do this every day?” Amagai curses as he gets up with a groan, watching as his friend quickly covers your ears with a pillow so you don’t hear the cries. Hoping you would fall back into your deep slumber.
With a small smile, Ryo laughs lowly at his friend’s complains, “Maybe we should ask Rao for help–”
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