── .✦ 𝕷𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚 ✦. ──
Warning: murder, attempt of sa, mention of throwing up, mention of drugging
-> ronin x reader
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏
Angel
Misaki
V
Shards of wood clattered to the floor as the doors' surface shattered under the impact. You whimpered, trying to cover your ears in an attempt to protect them from the sound.
-Knock knock - you heard a low voice, followed by maniacal laughter. The sound filling the room left you paralyzed. You can't do this. You can't escape.
-What a mess. Someone must have had a hell of a time here - they chuckled, and you closed your eyes, trying to focus. Who is it? What do they want?
-Awww. Did the consequences of your own actions catch up to you? - they cooed suddenly, and then you felt as if you heard the stranger aggressively kicking something. Tears welled up behind your eyelids as the ringing in your ears once again tormented you. Everything was too loud. Fear rose within you again, making breathing more difficult. Suddenly, you gasped for air. You held your breath in panic, hoping that maybe you hadn't been as loud as you thought. But you were wrong. The kicking stopped, leaving silence in its wake.
A moment later, you heard footsteps again. You didn't move, hoping the stranger would leave the room and let you be. You only realized you were mistaken when the knife you were still stubbornly clutching was ripped away from your chest. You opened your eyes to see a familiar face right in front of you. He was so close, you couldn't help but remember your first meeting in the alley.
-Gotcha - he laughed, but stopped when he saw your pained grimace, and quickly dropped to a whisper - Shit, my bad. How are you holding up?
-Ronin - you said quietly, leaning forward to hug him. He caught you, holding his hand on the back of your neck. - I don't like it here…
The boy laughed soundlessly in response and then pulled you upright.
-Let's get out of here - he said, steadying you and helping you towards the exit. However, he stopped when he saw your sudden reaction to the light.
-Awww. Is my little devil having trouble with the enlightening? - his tone was joking, but you knew that deep down, he was actually worried about you.
-I…- you began, but were interrupted by the feeling of some cloth being put on your head, and then pulled over your eyes. You tried to uncover them, but a hand placed on top of your head prevented you from doing so.
-I was planning on lending it to you just for a little while, but you look devilishly good in my clothes - he said to you, petting your head, and then muttered under his breath - Especially covered in blood.
Ronin's hat proved thick enough to block the light from seeping through. You silently thanked him for this and allowed yourself to be led outside. You mostly leaned against the boy, feeling your energy leaving you with time. The adrenaline that had built up inside you was gradually fading. This was due to the knowledge that you had a boy by your side who would (literally) kill for you.
-Watch your head - he warned, helping you sit down - It'll get a little loud for you now, but I should have noise-canceling headphones in the trunk. Give me a moment.
You took a deep breath to calm yourself. The seat you were occupying wasn't exactly the height of comfort, but compared to the cold ground, it felt like a gift from heaven. You allowed yourself to stroke it, analyzing its texture with only your acute sense of touch. You continued doing this until the sound of the door closing reverberated through your entire body, sending unpleasant shivers down your spine.
-Got ‘em - the voice next to you sounded again. You felt a weight on your head as Ronin adjusted the length of the ear muffs to fit you. Only when he was satisfied with his work did he pull one of them back to address you again - I'll need a moment before we leave. You should try to get some sleep in the meantime.
You nodded in response and, with Ronin's help, settled onto your back. You were sure you looked ridiculous, but your negative thoughts vanished the moment you felt a gentle kiss on the corner of your mouth. Lips that usually spouted sarcastic, biting remarks were the only thing that could soothe you at that moment. No matter what happened, no matter what he said, you trusted Ronin to protect you from danger.
You're not sure when you fell asleep. Was it while contemplating hands designed for harm that never directed their brutality at you? Or perhaps the vibration of the moving vehicle lulled your already tired body? It didn't matter, because when your eyelids opened again, they were no longer shielded. It took you a moment to adjust to the fact that your senses were functioning more or less normally again. The first thing you noticed was the pleasant semi-darkness that enveloped the room. The lava lamp on the bedside table was one of two sources of light, casting a faint red glow on the various wall decorations and boxes on the floor. The other light streamed in through the slightly open door, from behind which you could hear muffled voices.
You slowly threw off the blanket that had been covering you and carefully rose from the bed. With the support of the wall, careful not to damage the posters hanging there, you began to walk toward the exit to investigate the source of the voices. Although the natural light no longer bothered you as much as before, it still took you a few seconds to adjust to the brightness. Only then did you open the door wider and, leaning against the doorframe, peer into the other room. The living room and open kitchen shared the same atmosphere as the bedroom. Various pieces of clothing were scattered everywhere, along with empty and half-full cardboard boxes. You could also spot some suspicious-looking stains here and there, but for your own peace of mind, you decided not to investigate them for now.
Ronin sat at the kitchen island, his back facing you. His laptop was open on the counter in front of him, but from your current position, you couldn't see what was on the screen.
-…so they shouldn’t find anything - a familiar feminine voice reached you.
-They should consider it an internal conflict, with no external factors - another voice added, this time deep and masculine. You took a few steps forward, trying to spot any element that would help you figure out who exactly the boy was talking to.
-Dude, I can't even imagine how she must have fe...- another male voice began, but stopped mid-sentence. You weren't sure what had happened, but everything became clear when Ronin turned towards you. He was on a video call with other members of the murderous server. Most, but not all, had their cameras turned on, including Ronin. His preview image showed you standing in the background. The miserable look you were rocking attracted your attention, before the boy blocked your view again.
-Speak of the devil - he smiled and then turned to the others - I have to take care of our little misfortune.
If anyone wanted to add something, they didn't have time before Ronin hung up and immediately approached you.
-Let's go back to bed - he murmured as his hand settled on your hip, confidently guiding you back to the room you'd just emerged from. Even though his expression remained impassive, you felt his fingers tremble, unsure whether they should grip you tightly and offer support, or be more gentle, so as not to accidentally hurt you. After all, his hands were never meant to be the caring ones.
-Ronin, is everything…- you tried to ask him as he helps you settle back down on the mattress.
-Don’t speak now - he interrupted you, and then lay on top of you so that his ear was against your chest.
As if he was listening to your heartbeat.
Your hand lifted to gently stroke his head. His hair wasn't the softest, probably from constant cycle of dyeing it. You noticed his roots growing out and made a mental note to buy some hair dye in the next few days. What color exactly did Ronin use? He probably had some empty containers in the bathroom.
-I was worried - his unexpected confession snapped you out of your thoughts, forcing your attention wholly on him - I was afraid your heart would fall into the hands of another. That I wouldn't be the one to end its beating.
-But you saved me - you replied, still running his locks through your fingers- You gave them what they deserved. Divine judgment.
Suddenly, Ronin has risen, placing his hands next to your head so that you were trapped beneath him.
-You… - his facial expression showed shock, which quickly turned into downright hysterical laughter - You don't know!
He leaned back, still sitting on your legs. Confused, you sat up too, to be closer to him.
-Ronin, why are you laugh…- your sentence was interrupted once again, this time by a firm grip. The boy held your head so that your chin rested on his shoulder, and his other arm held you immobile, pressed against his body.
-My sweet little devil, it was you who executed heaven's judgment. My Angel of Death.
You froze. It wasn't true. It couldn't be. You tried to pull away, but Ronin effectively prevented you from doing so.
-Ronin, this isn't funny - you said loudly, forcing yourself not to start screaming - This is impossible. I wouldn't be able to… - the harder you struggled, the tighter the grip became
-Shhh… - he tried to calm you down, feeling that your breathing was starting to accelerate - You didn't want to do it, but it doesn't change the fact that you went through this dark baptism and you are now one of us.
Your hands gripped the back of his shirt, in an attempt to steady yourself. Ronin gave you time to calm down, rocking you gently back and forth. Only when you felt that your throat was no longer constricted and you could speak more or less freely did you dare to ask a question.
-How... how did I do that? And how do you know it was me?
The boy waited another moment before getting up from the bed and leaving the room without a word, returning with the previously abandoned laptop in his hands. He tapped the keyboard a few times, then turned the screen to face you, settling himself behind you and wrapping his limbs around you once again.
-Ronin, what the he…
-Watch
A movie began playing on the laptop. Although you hadn't had a chance to look closely beforehand, you recognized the room being filmed as the same one you were being held in. The camera was pointed at the exact same kitchen island you'd been hiding behind before Ronin entered the room. At first, nothing happened, and you wondered if the recording had frozen, but your doubts were dispelled the moment two people entered the frame. A familiar-looking man guided a wobbly girl and sat her on the edge of the island, facing away from the camera. It took you a moment to recognize who she was.
You were the one sitting on the counter.
The stranger grabbed your face with one hand, squeezing your cheeks uncomfortably, and turning you towards the camera. You in the video, however, didn't seem to mind.
-Say hello, star - the stranger's gruff voice poured out of the speakers -You're about to put on a real show for your friends.
Your left hand rose in an attempt to wave, but quickly dropped, as if you'd forgotten what you were about to do. Meanwhile, the stranger pulled a knife from his belt and pressed it against your neck.
-You'll be good, right? -he smiled wickedly, pleased when you nodded in response. He then pulled you closer, placing his hands at your sides, still holding the knife, and began to grind against you.
-Don't be shy. We have to entertain our audience - the stranger laughed, sending shivers down your spine. You didn't want to see that. But Ronin didn't let you turn away.
-The best moment is about to happen - he murmured in your ear.
You forced yourself to return your attention to the scene unfolding before you. Your attacker was saying something to you, and his hands were on your hips, leaving the knife unprotected. You suddenly saw your entire body tense in reaction to the man's words, and a moment later, you grabbed the knife and plunged it into your tormentor's back. The man groaned, not expecting the attack. And then again, and again, as you plunged the blade in again and again. He tried to pull away from you, which only resulted in him falling to the ground. You slid off the table, following in his steps. Turned out that the kitchen island was hiding the next part of the action, but you could see the blade, held in both hands, reappearing every few moments, only to disappear again, accompanied by a soft smack and a groan. Then the recording cut off. Ronin used this moment to rest his chin on the top of your head.
-He deserved it- he muttered carefree- They all deserved it.
You didn't move, staring at the scene that froze when the knife was visible. A trickle of blood dripped from it, and the light from the lamp that was on at the time reflected off the blade.
-What happened to others? - you asked coldly, trying to sort everything out in your head.
-I took care of the last one, but the other one managed to get his own little recording - he replied, reaching for his laptop - Wanna see?
-No. I’m good - you replied quickly - Just tell me
Ronin sighed, setting the equipment down and pulling you down to lie with him.
-There's no fun in just telling it, but okay. What my little devil wants, my little devil gets - he paused briefly to stroke your hair or maybe to gather himself. You doubt the latter with how proud he sounded - You beat the second one with his own weapon. A camera.
You jerked upright in surprise, which suddenly made you feel dizzy again. He immediately forced you back down, turning you over and pressing his ear to your chest once again.
-It was an incredible spectacle. My girl defeating her tormentors against all odds - he whispered, listening as your heart began to beat faster - No one has the right to touch you. Only me. Remember that.