(Draken x reader)Love and war

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[BACK TO THE PRESENT] Im home again, Life in Hokkaido was cool and all but it didn't feel like me, you know what they say you can take the girl out of the city but you can't take the city out of the girl ... or is that for a country girl? Anyway it's not like I'm here on good terms ... my dad has cancer, so he needs to be looked after and I am an only child so I have to do it, but i'm fine with that.the nurse said that she'd come over to the house for his chemo as he can barely move, he runs the risk of dying and its scares me. Its not like he was horrible to me, after all he was the parent that stuck around. So here i am back in Tokyo. It feels so different. The streets are busier than I remember, and it's quite late at night. **stomach rumbles** My cheeks sting red as i look around to see if anyone heard that, luckily everybody's too busy minding their own business to hear the my stomach growling like an unknown starving creature. I walked around until i found a small all-night convenience store. I picked up some mango milk and a spicy tuna oni giri Ugh I love these so much. Walking up to the till i see a selection of newspapers, i pick one up because the bus journey to my dad's apartment is quite long and my phone battery is dead. It's convenient to know what happened here while i was gone anyway.

Walking out of the shop i look to my right and see a bus stop, i look to my left and see the bus. Just my damn luck! Onigiri, mango milk and newspaper in hand i run desperately to the bus stop just a few metres away. I catch it just in time "give me one second" i huff to the bus driver as i hurriedly shove everything i just bought in my bag, i take the fare out and give it to him. I let out a sigh of both exhaustion and relief as i make my way to the back to eat my onigiri because I. Am. Starving. I open it and take a bite then i open the newspaper to read it. 'Dispute between Tokyo Manji gang and it's rivals claims several new victims'' . Wait what?! The Tokyo Manji gang?! They're still a thing?! I wonder if he's still the co-leader. The story was so unbelievable i just had to keep reading ... SHIT i'm gonna miss my stop! I press the bell just in time.

This is the part i hate most, the walk to my old apartment, i have to to walk through a long alleyway. I turn into the alleyway and i see him the same beautiful slender face from 10 years ago ... just more mature and sexier than i remember. He still braided his hair and he had a fierce , cold look in his eyes. There was something in front of him though ... no not something. OH MY FUCKING GOD is that a body?! Has he killed somebody?! I've got to get out of here ... i don't think he's seen me yet. "Hey you." He says calmly, like he hasn't just fucking murdered somebody. "Forget what you saw here, for your own good"

"Are you threatening me?!" WHAT NO! Bitch shut the fuck up! He will end your life! "No I'm not. You can tell the police if you want, but it's not gonna get you anywhere." He explains.

"W-what do you mean? They're the police." I stutter in a mix of fear and confusion.

"I mean," he sighs "The boss owns the police, you tell them then they tell him, and boom you're dead." He said lighting a cigarette and putting some gloves on.
"O-okay" i turn to walk away but .... I really need to get through this alleyway to get to my house or I'm sleeping on the park bench tonight. Suddenly i hear his footsteps coming closer toward me, he grabs my shoulder and turns me around, then he puts his index finger under my chin and lifts my head up so our eyes meet. "Just to be sure, princess." I feel my cheeks start to burn as i look into his beautiful black eyes. They seem so full of pain. They pierce into my soul like daggers, as he starts leaning in close ... is he going to kiss me?! His lips slightly brush my ear as he whispers softly "This is our little secret." . He lets me go and i stand there in shock before i ease past him to get home, i hear him chuckle at my embarassment so i flip him off as i walk away, yeah nice now just bide your time until he chops that finger right off.

I open the door to my old home, the place i grew up in. It's quiet. "Dad?" I call, as if hes going to be awake its like 3 in the morning. I go to my dad's room and sure enough there he is, laying on the bed all the colour has left his face and body, most of his hair is gone, and he wheezes as he breathes ... he looks awful. Tears prick the corners of my eyes, it hurts seeing my dad like this, he was never horrible to me ... he raised me all by himself. I didn't. Know he was this bad, i don't even have a job yet, i don't know if i can even afford to take care of him, I'll have to go job searching tomorrow, i have enough in my savings from my last job as a karate teacher in my savings to last us four months. I lie on the space beside my dad and put his hand in mine. I forget about everything around me and everything that happened in that alleyway and just drift to sleep.