MY PRETTY || Tokyo Revengers

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A/N: thank u all sm for 8k reads and 800+ votes~ <33

You fought long and hard with Shendo, exhaustion seeping through your veins. It didn't help that your fighting was a little sloppy after nearly being choked to death by Arachi.

It wasn't like you hadn't expected this to happen. You may have been one of the quickest fighters in Bonten, but in terms of sheer strength, you weren't even fifth.

And in your current state, exhaustion and all, speed was definitely more difficult to achieve. "Give it up, Shendo." You exhaled shakily. "Just give Koko back and I'll let you go."

"I don't think so," he smirked, breathing heavily as he twirled his own knife between his fingers. "It's a shame, I wanted to fight the best, but I guess I'll have to settle for you."

You charged again, attempting to slash him several times, he dodged most but you managed to get a cut in as he hissed. "You can't even take me, what makes you think you're worthy of being their opponent?"

"I've already won," he smiled eerily.

"Wha—" Your breath hitched as you felt something sharp pierce through your body, looking down as crimson blood began to seep through your clothes.

Your legs gave out as you collapsed on the ground, hand pressing against the wound as you tried to stop the bleeding.

Looking up, you glared at him harshly as he shoved his gun into the holster. "You—"

"Ah, I think my work is done here," he smiled, dusting himself off. "If I prolong this fight Arachi might die, that is, if he isn't dead already."

"You psycho."

He gave you a bored look, "You're not any better, sweetheart."

You felt something rise from your throat and you coughed, blood seeping from your lips. "Fuck," you winced as your other arm gave out, collapsing on your side.

"What have you ever achieved, Y/N?" He drawled out pitifully, gaze mocking as he stared at you. "You're worthless. I wonder why Mikey still keeps you around."

Your vision blurred as you watched him walk away, limping as his hand pressed against the deep cut you left on his arm, helping Arachi up as the two of them disappeared from your sight.

Carefully, you pushed yourself up with what little strength you could muster, crawling over to Koko's unconscious form.

He was still alive and breathing, much to your relief. The worst thing he had was probably a fracture or two, but he'd live.

"Koko..." You muttered, reaching out to him as you carefully cut the duck tape that bounded his hands and feet together, slowly peeling off the piece covering his mouth.

You clenched your jaw as you forced yourself to get up, carefully helping Koko sit up as well, slinging his arm over your shoulder.

"I need you... to help me... Koko," your voice was soft, weak, just like you were. "Come on... we gotta get... outta here..."

A pained groan left his lips, eyes fluttering slowly as he begun to wake. "Y/N?" He muttered groggily.

"You gotta... get... up," you mumbled. "We can't... stay here..."

As soon as he saw the state you were in, his eyes went wide as he jolted upward. "Y/N!"

You cringed, leaning away from him slightly. "I'm right here, no need to yell."

"Shit, you're losing so much blood," he cursed, taking off his blazer as he moved to cover your wound.

You winced slightly, a mindless chuckle escaping from your lips. "Am I? I didn't notice."

"Where's your phone?" He asked, checking your pockets before finally finding it, quickly dialing a number.

"Hey... Koko?"

"Not now, Y/N. I need to get you to the hospital," he muttered, failing to notice the way your body began to sway unsteadily.

"You're... so blurry," you mumbled before total darkness finally overcame your vision, the last thing you heard was the distant sound of Koko's voice yelling your name before you felt your body hit the ground.

* * *

It was dark, you couldn't see a thing. But you could hear the faint noise of a heart monitor beeping steadily.

"What were you thinking?! How could you let this happen to her?!" It was Rindo's voice you heard first.

"Calm down, Rin." You heard Ran say, voice dangerously low. "It's not the time."

"I was only following Mikey's orders," Kakucho replied calmly.

"To hell with Mikey's orders! Don't you fucking care about her?!" He yelled.

"Do not disrespect Mikey's orders, Rindo."

"She's my fucking sister, Sanzu! Do you expect me to be okay with this?! Look at her!"

Your heart hurt at how much Rindo was trying to protect you, but it hurt even more that they were all fighting because of you.

"Mikey isn't even here." His voice grew softer, as if he was hurt in your place. "She could've died and Mikey isn't even here for her!"

No, Rin. Don't blame him, it's not his fault, you thought.

You struggled as you tried to move your body, slowly and carefully, starting with your pinky.

"Sanzu, Kakucho, I think it's better if you both leave. Rindo and I will take care of her," Ran said, and despite the calm of his tone, even you could sense the lingering threat hidden underneath.

The sound of the door opening and closing signaled that the two of them had left, leaving you with your brothers.

"I can't take it. I don't want her here anymore, Ran. It's too dangerous for her," Rindo mumbled.

Ran sighed as you felt his presence come near, bed dipping as he sat next to you. "I wanna keep her safe too, but she needs to choose for herself. We can't protect her forever."

"Who said that?" Rindo muttered, annoyed.

You felt your heart lighten a bit at his words, feeling happy with how much your brothers cared about you. Guilt festered in your heart like a plague as you realized how much you've been worrying them.

"She's too careless," Ran admitted, and you could feel his warm hand gently pet your head.

Before you could continue to listen, your hearing faded as your body reverted back to full unconsciousness.

"I'm afraid one day she might get too careless," Ran muttered, staring at you with worried eyes. "We might not be around to protect her."

"I only hope incidents like today don't repeat. If only she told us, we would've gladly helped her out," Rindo sighed.

"She's always been one to drift her own way."

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