Tokyo Revengers Fanfiction (Bonten) 18+
- In which Y/n a beautiful and charming cafe owner caught the attention of Japan's most wanted and worst criminal organization, Bonten. What started from a simple adoration turned into something more sinister...
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Mind Games by Sickick ⇆ㅤ ||◁ㅤ❚❚ㅤ▷||ㅤ ↻
"Welcome to your new home, Y/n"
As soon as you heard Mikey said that phrase, you felt sick. Literally.
Your stomach turned and churned as you felt the acid down your throat wanting to come out. They must have realized it because Kakucho immediately went to the bathroom of the room and bring back a bucket. You didn't waste any second and by the time Kakucho place the bucket on your side, you instantly let out everything you ate. It also didn't help your raging headache from the drugs.
By the time you were finish, you felt much weaker than before. Your heart is thumping loudly that it echoed in your ear, Kakucho wiped your mouth with slightly damp cloth. Even though you wanted to protest to keep his hands off of you, you can't really talk or even argue because you're far too weak for that. With your head still aching and your body screaming in pain, you tried your very best to appear at least guarded in front of them.
Kakucho didn't moved away from you and stayed standing beside your bed. Your eyes glared at him showing them the anger, pain and distrust you have for them, you roam your eyes to each and every one of them until you finally stopped at their leader.
"You son of a bitch" you cursed at him. "What do you want from me? Why the hell are you doing this?!" You grit your teeth as you spat the question out of your mouth. You tried to stay as calm as possible and not just blow up because with your condition, you'll have a hard time keeping it.
Mikey step closer to you before smirking. A glint of mischief spark in his eyes as he watches you squirm away from him but sadly failing to do so. "It's funny how I already predicted that's the first question you'll ask. 'Why are you here, why are we doing this, what did you do wrong, why you of all people, please let you go and blah blah blah', I've heard this a million times from the people we tortured and honestly it's kind of tiring"
Mikey places his hand on your foot and gripped it tightly. "At times like that I won't entertain their questions and just kill them but for you...." His hand roam up to you knees and continue to roam to your thigh before he squeezed it. "I'll make an exception and answer you" as soon he withdraws his hand in your thigh, you let out the breath you didn't realize that you've been holding back since he touches you.
With your body on fire of pain and your head screaming in ache, you have no choice but to just glared at all of them and save your energy as much as you can. In your condition, fighting and pissing them off will just get you killed.
"Then fucking indulge me with your answer then. Why am I here and what do you want from me?" You asked.
Your eyes followed him as he walks towards the table and drag the chair near it and place it on the end of the bed facing you. He casually turns it over before sitting on it with the backrest in front where his arms are place.
