ENGINEER GIRL: YAN!BONTEN x FEM WEAPONS DEALER!READER
CW/TW: bonten arc, weapons/guns, alcohol, tiniest mention of AI lmao (no it is not used to write this), murder, blood/gore, smoking, drug use/mention, sanzu, yandere behavior, misogyny, non-consensual thigh touching, mentions of boners, stalking, i think that is it...
i’m ngl i haven’t watched or read tokyo revengers in so long but this idea constantly haunts my mind. if it’s ooc leave me alone, but also we saw so little of bonten i’m saying it’s canon anyway idc. i may write a long-term fic on it one day (on like a03 or quotev), but for now, we hone our skills on tumblr
Thinking of yan!bonten being infatuated with weapons dealer!reader.
I imagine your criminal career began after you, a weapons engineer, got laid off.
Every application you put in got ghosted, and work seemed almost impossible to find. As one does, you go to a bar to numb the worries of paying rent.
Honestly, you don't even like the taste of alcohol, but the burn in your throat is the distraction you really came for.
The bartender cringes watching you basically chug shot after shot.
"What's got a pretty girl like you drinking like this? Breakup with your guy?" He asks, filling the shot glass once more.
You place your elbows on the bar and lean your head into your palms. "Breakup with my job. Dickheads laid me off."
The bartender sucks in a breath, sliding the shot towards you. Truth be told, he's had more and more people coming in for the exact same reasons. Hell, he's working two jobs himself. Times are hard.
"That sucks. What was your job?"
Your voice is slightly slurred, but you still get it out. "Weapons engineer. Worked at that company for years, and this is what I fucking get. I'd like to see AI try and test a rifle for company clearance."
His eyebrows raise. "Oh, so you make guns and shit?" And, he almost has to laugh. Some of the other guys working with him at his new gig mentioned they needed a new weapons guy.
Boss killed the other one. For reasons he isn't important enough to know.
The bartender slightly leans over the counter, his eyes glancing around to make sure no one's paying attention. "How bad you need a new job?"
Yan!Kakucho is the one tasked with finding Bonten a new method of weapons trafficking. When some random low-ranked members blow up his phone promising a trustworthy source, he's honestly suspicious. And annoyed.
What idiots would message such obviously incriminating information to his phone?
Is it a set-up from the cops? Enemies? Either way, Mikey really fucked up killing the last guy. Not that he'd say it out loud, but looking for a new source has been a real pain in the ass.
So, he decides to bite the bullet (no pun intended) and just go. Just for security measures, he decides to bring Takeomi with him.
Yan!Takeomi clutches his gun in one hand and a cigarette in the other. The meeting place is as suspicious as one would assume-an abandoned car lot, to be exact. He blows smoke from his mouth as Kakucho does the talking.
"So, I'm just supposed to trust some bitch you met at the bar? What if she's just an alcoholic looking to run off with our money?"
The bartender snorts at that bit. "Then I guess you'll just have to kill her."
Your heart drops at that. I mean, dying and not paying bills sounds great, but you don't want to die. Not really. "I-i worked my past job for a few years! I can..I can tell you exactly how guns work, how to manufacture them, all of that. Just supply the material and I'll make it happen."
Your words come out quick. Too quick. It's obvious you're nervous, and really, who wouldn't be? Bonten in notorious for all the wrong reasons. You don't know anyone here that well. Not even the bartender. You're just desperate.
Both of the men before you laugh at your response. "I'm just joking with you. We did a background check on the little engineer before even considering coming over here."
"Oh." You say quietly. That's their definition of joking? Making someone think they're about to die? The sound of the bartender laughing beside you as well is irritating.
Chances are he was afraid, too. He couldn't be too bad. He is helping you find work. But still. What's so funny about that?! It's starting to look like no job would be better than this.
"Ah, but...seriously, though. You're real bold for sending that message about meeting here. Usually, we decide an address for any kind of...business. You know that."
The tension is high. The further Kakucho speaks, the colder it feels out here. The bartender beside you shrugs, and his voice takes on a proud tone. As if he thinks bringing them you will let him sit at their table. "What can I say? I'm a straightforward kind of guy when I wanna be."
"The kind that gets us in trouble." Takeomi says, stepping forward. He throws his cigarette to the ground and stomps out the embers. Then, he raises his right arm, and a gunshot breaks through the short silence.
You cover your ears and instinctively duck down. A sharp scream burns your. You hear the bartenders body hit the ground just below your feet. He shot him. He really just shot him. When you open your eyes?
There he is with a single, grotesque bullet hole right through his head. The blood already runs to cling at your shoes. The sight of his brain matter just staring right up at you makes bile rise in your throat.
Your body violently hurls, vomit painting your shoes on-top of the blood. Your instincts won't stop screaming. I need to leave. I'm next. They're shooting me next. I'm stupid! All the articles, all the news reports, and yet I still agreed to come here! Why?!
Takeomi lets out a sharp whistle. "Jesus. You'll definitely be seeing more of that, so it's a good thing we got it out the way", he chuckles, earning him an elbow nudge from Kakucho.
Kakucho sighs. "That idiot was too obvious with his texts. There's a reason we arrange these kinds of meetings, not the other way around. He could've gotten us busted." He steps closer to you, ignoring the fear in your eyes. You aren't trying to run, so clearly, you're still interested in the job.
"You won't do that, now will you?" He grabs your chin and jerks your head to face him, uncaring of the vomit dribbling down your chin and onto his hand. "You'll keep your pretty little mouth shut and just follow orders. I don't think we'll have any issues with you at all."
Yan!Sanzu is jealous. Ever since Kakucho brought in an engineer to manufacture all of Bonten's weapons, he's been on Mikey's good side. Sanzu is Mikeys number two. He's his right-hand man! He begged and begged for this task, and yet, Mikey refused.
The worst part of it all? He's enjoying it. Every time the bastard brings in the shipment of weapons, he looks all giddy. It's fucking annoying. He must think he's better than him. He's mocking him.
What if Mikey promotes him? No way. He wouldn't! Sanzu is Bonten's number two for a reason! Right? Right. Mikey would never replace him. Especially not with Kakucho. And yet, there's still that little voice in his head telling him to confront him.
"Fuck are you staring at?" Kakucho scoffs, unzipping the duffel bag and sitting down several different types of ammuniton. Every few weeks he meets with the mysterious engineer god-knows-where and brings back new weapons.
It's real suspicious that no one has met this so-called engineer. Something Mikey doesn't even think twice about! But it's fine. This is his job. To help his king. Even when he doesn't realize help is needed.
Sanzu grabs an assault rifle, his boney fingers trailing the length. "Fancy. That new engineer knows what he's doing, huh?" He mumbles, voice clearly suspicious.
"She."
"Huh?"
"She knows what she's doing." Kakucho corrects, grabbing the rifle from Sanzu and placing it back on the table.
An awkward silence falls over the both of them before Sanzu bursts out into laughter. "Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Now I REALLY have to tell Mikey." He gasps between laughter, so tickled that he can barely even speak.
"First", He begins, Kakucho already blocking out his voice and continuing to line up the guns. "You randomly get a tip about an engineer after you spent months trying to find one."
He shrugs in response. "A miracle, if you will."
"Then, no one ever sees this engineer, and you're all secretive about bringing in the shipments yourself."
He narrows his eyes. Sanzu walks around the room all excited, like a kid on Christmas morning. "You gotta lay off the drugs, man."
Sanzu pauses slightly, an offended expression taking over his face before he continues. "Finally, you claim this mystery person is a woman. I knew it! I knew something was up! I asked myself, why would Mikey even give you-"
The door to the meeting room swings open. Takeomi walks inside, humming at the sight of the new shipment. "Damn, she really outdid herself this time."
Sanzu blinks. Once. Twice. Three times. "Wait. You're in on this shit too?" Takeomi grabs a cigarette. "In on what?" He asks, clicking his lighter.
Yan!Sanzu gets over his binger and realizes the engineer is definitely real. Definitely wasn't a fake ploy by Kakucho to try and take his place. Of course not. He didn't even truly believe that. He was just...testing them!
Yan!Kakucho tries to keep you for himself.
Originally, he wanted to keep you distant from the rest of Bonten to avoid a repeat of last time. Mikey is trigger happy, and, honestly, so is everyone else. Finding you was hard enough, and he doesn't want to go on that search again.
However, he grows to like the little secret meetings you two have. He drops off a cash stipend so you can purchase material, and you hand over a duffel bag of the new weapons.
You're like a little doll just for him. God, it makes him so hard. He loves to tease you. Loves to watch you flinch in shock when he says something crude. Loves when you step backwards and glare at him for "accidentally" grazes your thigh. You're his doll. No one else knows the real you.
You told your family you're working for the government to explain why your new job is so secretive. Both of you knows that's a lie.
You told the cops you have no idea what happened to the bartender that night. Both of you know that's a lie.
You swear you're better than him. That you only "make guns" and there's no more to it. That you're on some moral high ground. Both of you know that's a lie.
He enjoys this game you two have. He loves that he and his doll have something just for the both of them. That he's the one who dragged you into this lifestyle. He's the one who made you question your morals.
That's exactly why he gets so angry when Sanzu just can't stop sniffing around! Even after his binger, he won't stop bothering Kakucho about the "engineer girl". Hell, Takeomi was there to meet you, and not even he is bothering him yet!
Sanzu is aways asking questions. Asking to go with him to get the shipment, asking your name, asking what you look like.
Which, he's no idiot. He knows it's because Sanzu feels threatened by his accomplishment. [Name] was hard to find, and valuable to keep. He would honestly brag about it all, but it's more fun playing with the doll by himself. He doesn't want to share. He doesn't want eyes on you.
Yan!Sanzu ego hurts that Kakucho not only was given the task he asked for, but that he carried it out so well. The weapon shipments are consistent and quality. Even better than they were before.
It hurts his feelings. Mikey gave someone else HIS job. The same Mikey who he calls his king-who he always delivers good on. So why Kakucho? He's never failed Mikey.
So why?!
He wants to make Kakucho look bad. He wants him to fuck up. Wants Mikey to trust himself more than any other member of Bonten.
So, naturally, he starts to dig into the engineer girl. It's hard to find you at first, but he eventually finds your background check saved on some old files. And good googly moogly-
"Damn, look at those tits..." He mumbles to himself, staring at your photo on the screen. For a moment he forgets what he's even doing. Just, wow, they sure are pretty. That company shirt frames you well.
He chuckles darkly, adjusting his jeans. "Down, boy. That's not what we're doing right now."
He scrolls through the information, hoping to find something that will convince Mikey to kill you at best, and fire you at least. "Graduated from blah blah university, worked for blah blah company, lives on blah blah street..." He groans, bored out of his mind. Sanzu slams the laptop shut, gripping his own hair in pure frustration.
"Dammit! I'm not buying it. Something is up with this whole thing. Kakucho fucked up. I KNOW he did!"
He reaches into his back pocket, dry swallowing some pills to help himself calm down. If he can't find something incriminating on the background check, he'll have to find it for himself.
Lucky for him, your address was right there on file.
Part Two.