{IN TOO DEEP} Draken x Fem!Reader

The Only Son

chapter two: the only son

A mere day later, your brother calls you down from your shiny new apartment into his. The two of you walk silently across his spacious rooms and into his bedroom.

"What are we doing in here?" you ask as you look around the marvelously decorated space.

"For my plan to work, you need to join that retched gang of theirs. And it's not like they're just going to let my sister walk right in there and join," he huffs as he reaches into his closet. He fumbles around in the closet for awhile until he finally pulls out a white button down shirt and black dress pants.

"This isn't going to work," you shake your head. "There's no way they're that stupid. They'll know right away!"

"No," he replies sternly as he closes his closet doors behind him. "Nobody's going to know who Ichiro- the first and only son of the Takahashi family- is."

He's really thought of everything already. He must have this whole thing planned out from start to finish. Perhaps that's why he's willing to give you anything you want in exchange for it.

"This is ridiculous," you insist despite knowing that his plans have always worked up until now. "You usually come up with the best ideas but this is not!"

"Shut up," he tells you emotionlessly as he grabs you by the arm and forces you to stand up a bit straighter. "Be confident in yourself and you can fool anyone. If you can convince yourself that you can play this part then you can convince them!"

"Okay," you quietly squeak out in response.

"Oh, and just be yourself. You'll fit right in," he adds with a slight sting. He basically just called everyone in this opposing gang a group of morons and then said you'd fit right in. How's that supposed to make you feel any better?

"Well how am I supposed to be confident and myself at the same time?" you mumble.

Your brother hits you upside your head at your comment, causing you to whine out in pain. "Now's not the time for your insecurities, Y/N. Now you've just got to figure out how you're going to hide all your... things."

"Really? You can give me a whole fake name and wardrobe to dress me as a guy but you can't even say the word 'boobs'?"

"Go change," he sighs. "We're leaving in ten."

You roll your eyes and grab the clothes from him, walking off in a huff at his idiocy. You leave his apartment and head back to yours to spend what seems like an eternity trying to fix yourself up the way he's asked you to. Then, once you're done, you head right back down.

Just as you're about to knock on the door, he opens it with a pleased look. "It took you long enough but this will work perfectly."

"I'm not sure about that," you reply as he walks straight past you and ignores your comment.

You then follow him out to his car where you open the door to the passenger side and sit in. As he drives off, you sit quietly and fiddle with your fingernails.

"Tonight their group is looking to hire a few new members," he finally begins to explain. "Make sure to make yourself known... especially around the elites like Mikey and you'll be a shoo-in for sure."

You nod at his directions, unsure of what else you could possibly say at this point. When you finally arrive outside of a huge building, your brother parks the car and finally looks over at you.

"Text me when you're ready to be picked up."

"Can you pick me up now?" you smile cheesily.

"Y/N, get out."

"Right," you squeak as you grab your phone. "Going!"

In a flash, your brother drives off leaving you to stand outside the daunting building alone. When you step inside, you find yourself in the main lobby on the first floor that's absolutely littered with sharply dressed men and the scents of cologne mixed with booze.

You slowly walk inside, looking for someone who looks like an elite. Perhaps Mikey, whoever the hell that is. However, before you can get too far into your spying, someone bumps into you. You look to your side to find out what's just happened and end up finding a man with short black hair carelessly pushing off from your side as though you were nothing but a short wall that he accidentally fell onto. You open your mouth to shout at him as you're inclined to do, but stop short just when you realize that you're going to need to talk in a man's voice, too.

"I'm really sorry," the man then apologizes with a bit of a lisp due to his stake of drunkenness. "I didn't mean to hit you!"

You clear your throat before speaking deeply. "It's alright," you assure him.

The man grins and extends his hand out to you. "I'm Takemichi. I'm kinda impressed you didn't topple over even after Chifuyu accidentally pushed me straight in your direction."

"It's fine. It's not a problem, really," you shake your head, hoping he'd go away soon so you could continue your search for Mikey.

"What's your name?" he then asks, causing you to tense up. What was it again that Tetta said your name was?

"Oh, uh," you mutter as you stare blankly at him.

"Hello? Are you okay? I didn't hit you that hard, did I?" he nervously asks.

"No, I mean yes, I'm alright. My name is Takahashi, Ichiro."

"Takahashi, is it?" he smiles. "Mind if I call you Ichiro?"

"Not at all," you shake your head. When is this guy going to leave you alone?

Takamichi smiles kindly, in a way that makes you feel bad for trying to ditch him. "You should hang out with my friends and me for a bit!" He then spins around on his heels and introduces you to another man named Chifuyu who's quite handsome, you must admit.

The three of you drink together for a little while and you have a surprisingly good time. It's a bit difficult reminding yourself that these guys are all enemies to your brother, though, and for that, you attempt to keep your distance from them.

At the end of the night, the three of you stumble away from the bar. However, just as you do, you bump chest first straight into a stranger. The two at your side take a step back, leaving you to face the enormous person in front of you alone. And when you look back at them, they both look equally concerned for your safety.

You look up at the man you'd just bumped into who must be a monster for his size and height. He's got his hair pulled back in a dark braid that dangles over one of his shoulders as he leans down to loom over you.