The Girl (Tokyo Revengers x Reader) 18+

Chapter 16- Fatal Promise

Content warning: language, mention of blood/death

*Although this chapter is a bit of a recap from the last, I find myself clinging onto the thought of "What would Mikey think?" or "Meanwhile, what else is happening?" therefore, I hope you enjoy these little details as much as I do! 
Ps, I plan to have at least 3 chapters published in the next few days, so stay tuned!

*Mikey's POV*

As several of Mikey's friends and fellow Toman members continued to make their way into Y/n's apartment, the more he found himself wishing that they hadn't. Although he held such an outstanding opinion of his newly claimed girlfriend, and for all of the efforts she put forth straight from the start, he couldn't help but feel greedy. 

Greedy to have her all for himself, even if the last handful of hours that very same day had already been dedicated to her. 

'She just left the room, yet I want to see her so badly. What has this girl done to me?' 

His thoughts becoming louder with each passing moment. He got lost in memory, thinking of her, and how beautiful her aura had become earlier that evening; the way the sun was setting, how the golden hour illuminated and enhanced her features that much more- how the light refracted from their immediate surroundings, bouncing off her glowing skin, the contrast of every shadow adding extra definition to her beauty. No one had ever seemed so angelic to him before; no one held his heart the way you already managed to. The mystery you offered just by being yourself, lured him in deeper and deeper.

Mikey really couldn't help himself when it came to daydreaming of every last single thing he would love to do to Y/n, his body organically aligning with his mind. You are his prized possession, and he continuously found his world orbiting around you. 

"Mikey, was it? I believe we briefly met last night at my place, but nonetheless, I'm a fan of formal introductions. How about you?" 

Mikey snapped back to reality as Y/n's best friend and adoptive brother held conversation, even though it was just the two of them face to face; it wasn't necessarily a bad thing, especially with Mikey's charm and confidence, he was positive he could easily win him over. 

"Yeah I don't mind formal introduct-" Mikey was cut off. 

"Than allow me to formally come out and say this; no one wins over my sister, absolutely no one. And in this short amount of time? Consider yourself extremely lucky. But just know this- if you put hands on that girl, if you so much as even contemplate hurting her in any way... I'll break both of your arms, both of your knees, and both of your legs. Believe it."

Mikey couldn't find a single ounce of fear nor anger towards him or his words; instead he found thrill, excitement and respect because he himself would also react the exact same way if the roles were reversed. His face instantly lit up, his expression practically beaming at the seams. 

H/n continued. "Oh and that's not a threat... that's a promise." The seriousness in his speech, the fierceness in his eyes, showed that he fully meant the extent of his words without exaggeration. 

Mikey couldn't help but smile before responding. "I give you my word as a man. That girl is already my world, my connection to her..." he trailed off momentarily before finishing. "You know, I respect the hell out of that. I like you... I like you a lot. We're going to become good friends, just you wait and see." 

The night continued to roll along with the fresh air seeping in through the windows, the sounds of car horns, music and chatter rising to where he stood. He let out a sigh of content, the vibe flowing through his body putting his shoulders and posture at ease. Tonight was everything. 

"MIKEY! WHERE THE FUCK IS MIKEY. GET OVER RIGHT NOW MAN!" a voice urgently yelled out, silencing every person in the apartment; every conversation abruptly being cut short. 

Mikey's head snapped towards the voice, his eyes and heart wincing for a moment as his body adjusted to the alarm he suddenly felt corse through his veins. Loud, heavy footsteps rushed through the living room until Mikey's gaze finally met Draken's bewildered expression. 

"Kenny, what the hell? Why are you being so-" Mikey was cut off mid sentence yet again for a second time tonight. 

"Mikey, you have to get your ass downstairs, and quick! Let's go!" 

"You're not making any sense, tell me what's happening!" Mikey demanded, his tone of voice lowering as annoyance and frustration flooded his mood. 

"I stepped in the elevator, the doors began to close as I saw them... Three fucking assholes jumped Y/n from behind. The doors shut before I had the god damn chance to help..." his sentence trailed off, the look of horror and regret taking over his face. Should Draken have immediately gone back downstairs to help her, or did he make the right call?

Less than a full minute went by, Mikey had already vanished from the living room, reaching the hallway, approaching the elevator. He didn't speak a word to anyone, his body pushed him forward without even hesitating for a split second. He needed to get there fast, he needed you to be okay. 

Meanwhile, Draken spoke up loudly to the rest of gang inside. 

"Listen up everyone. Toman doesn't pick on or beat up females, we never have and never will back down from this stance, ever. We don't need a reason to fuck up some low lives if it means helping someone we care about- and in this case, the person your Captain cares about. Let this be a lesson for the rest of you- if your opinion on this matter was hazy in the slightest, that confusion is officially abolished from this moment forward." Draken declared. 

Instant, loud and obnoxious chatter broke out all at once, people's opinions and words being thrown around chaotically. 

"Mitsuya, Smiley, Chifuyu... you three, come with me. Everybody else, stay put. We don't need an entire mob unless I say so. Let's go!" 

As Draken and his chosen comrades made their way out the door, anxious eyes and curious voices became clear; nobody likes missing a fight. A few bodies decided to leave and watch the brawl taking place downstairs, regardless if they were advised to stay put or not. 

'I swear in the name of Shinichiro, I will not allow another person I care about, leave this earth. With the memory of my brother, I will be stronger, I will be present, I will protect you Y/n. Just be okay until I get there.' 

Mikey's thoughts concluded as he finally reached the lobby floor. He didn't need more than one minute to assess the situation before coming to your aid; besides, his real objective was to make sure you were okay first and foremost. He would deal with the scum if they weren't too cowardly to take off. If anyone hurt his beloved, they were as good as dead. 

With one gigantic leap forwards, he approached your side, landing mere inches from where you stood on top of the attackers; from where your sharp refluxes stopped a large pipe from making direct contact against your skull. If you had missed, even by a cunt hair, the scene would have been painted drastically different. 

'Her face... why is there blood running down her beautiful face!! I will make them fucking pay.' 
Rage was all Mikey knew in this moment, the thought of almost being too late to save you, threatened to swallow him whole.