IN THEIR STEAD (tok.rev. × m!reader)

4 - Tomato Juice! - 4

"Wait!!" Takemichi had yelled, just after Kiyomizu announced the start of the fight between Takuya and another kid. Everyone turned to him, surprised at the interruption.

"Kiyomasa," he started, bringing his fist up in a ball. "Fight me a one-on-one. King versus slave!"

Everyone yelled out in uproar. They were startled but more so intrigued at this new entertainment.

When Kiyomizu agreed, Takemichi stood in the middle of the plaza, surrounded by all those wishing for his demise except for 4 friends.

...And you, hidden atop the tree.

You at first wanted to intervene before the punching session began, but seeing those passionate eyes of Takemichi forced you to stop. Those eyes were full of determination - for you to stop the fight here would be disrespectful for whatever will Takemichi solidified.

But as Takemichi got roughed up more and more, your face distorted into growing anger. Once Takemichi had given up, you'd be the one to return the debt by tenfold.

But Takemichi never did.

He kept standing back up, muttering unintelligible words. His friends all yelled for him to stop, but he kept going. You also didn't forget to note the pocket knife in Atsushi's hand.

'I'll scold him later,' you thought, keeping an eye on Atsushi.

As time progressed, the chanting squad became quieter. It was a sign of respect towards Takemichi in others' eyes, but for you, it just accentuated his pained groans.

"I ain't giving up!!" Takemichi yelled, blood pellets sprinkling down. "I have a reason to not give up!"

Everyone felt chills rolling down their backs. He was weak, a no-name, and a stupid middle schooler like all of them - so why did he seem so cool?

"The only way to win is by killing me, Kiyomasa," Takemichi declared, eyes burning fiercer than before.

You smirked; this fight was Takemichi's win. Maybe not physically, but everyone knew who truly won.

"Fine by me. Hey! Bring me my bat!!" Kiyomizu yelled towards his underling. The others watching started to feel uncomfortable. Wasn't this a fair one-on-one?

"Oi, Kiyomasa," a new voice said, slowly entering the arena. "You're scaring the crowd."

Everyone turned to face him, only to be met with the one and only vice president of Toman; Ryuuguji Ken, or Draken.

"Hey hey, Ken-chin?" another voice said. "All my Dorayaki is gone."

In the next second, everyone bowed their heads, folding their bodies 90 degrees. In sync, they all yelled, "Good work, President!!"

The blond next to Draken was nonother than the president himself - Sano Manjiro, or Mikey.

The two slowly walked to the center of the plaza, where Takemichi and Kiyomizu stood.

"Mi- Mi- uh- Sano-kun!" one of Kiyomizu's underlings yelled. "I'm Akaishi, with the 3rd special attack unit!"

Mikey just pasted him like air. Draken nudged the guy out of the way and was about to reply.

Thwack!!

If not for the rustling of leaves, followed by the gruesome sound of flesh breaking.

"You asked for a bat, Kiyomizu?"

It all happened too fast.

One second, you jumped down from the tree, hitting Kiyomizu's head in the process, the next you were standing beside his fallen body, a bloodied bat in hand.

Silence followed. everyone was wide-eyed at the sudden event. Takemichi was the most shocked - while you had your back turned to him, he knew the familiar hair and voice.

You slowly directed your head towards Takemichi, his eyes wider than ever before. You smiled at him affectionately, just like when you would wake him up, or call him for dinner.

"Takemichi," you said in a gentle voice, creating a hair-raising contrast from a second ago. "You okay?"

He looked up at you, seemingly at a loss of words, before slightly nodding. What was going on?

"Good," you said, giving the warmest smile yet, before turning back to the twitching Kiyomizu. In a flash, your face was back to blank.

Raising your arms above your head, you started beating Kiyomizu all over with the bat. His arms, legs, torso, face, neck, hands...

Blood kept splattering around in spurts. He was the tomato, and you were the blender. Good thing you wore black.

As much as you were tempted to kill the kid, you knew you couldn't with so many witnesses. But that didn't mean you couldn't make him break a bone or two.

'It's a perfect place to make a statement,' you thought, face calm, unlike your violent actions. 'This is what happens when you mess with Takemichi.'

That was your biggest goal today. To get the message across, you would make this kid handicapped if you had to.

Just when you were about to smash his face for the last time, your arms were stopped by a firm grip. Looking up, you saw the tall kid with a temple tattoo.

'Draken,' you thought, glancing up at him.

"That's enough. You'll kill him if you go further," he warned, tightening his grip on your arm.

You silently gazed at him. Was he a threat, too?

"Y-y/n! That's enough! I'm fine!!" Takemichi desperately yelled, getting himself back together. He ran over to you, hugging your torso in an attempt to stop you. Your gaze, however, didn't leave Draken's.

With another second of silence, you gave the tall blond a pleasant smile. He didn't seem like a threat - not yet, at least. He flinched back, surprised at the sudden change.

Clink!

You let go of the metal bat, colliding on the floor. Draken's grip also loosened, letting you slide your arms around Takemichi's head.

You pat the yellow fluff a few times before loosening out of his hug. Walking over to Kiyomizu, barely conscious, you raised his head by the hair.

"Touch Takemichi or anyone I know again, and the same thing will happen to your family. Father, mother, and your little sister," you whispered, only audible to the bloodied kid.

His breath hitched, teeth clattering in hysteria. It may have been a baseless threat, he knew that, but you didn't sound baseless. You sounded like you could, and would seriously follow through.

He quickly nodded in defeat, to which you dropped his head back down. You wiped the blood on your cheeks, turning back around to face everyone with a kind smile.

"Now," you began, "Shall we head home?"

The sunset behind you cast a shadow on your figure, making it look like rays of light protruding from behind. It was an ironic sight; a bloody figure with a warm smile, like a devil in disguise.

But no one could deny the scenery was far too alluring.

Please
{VOTE} / {COMMENT} / {SHARE}
It's my sole motivation :')