She || Ken Ryuguji x Fem!Reader

F o u r

TW: Strong Language

"You all know why you're here, right? Right. Okay, then let us get to the point!" A warm smile accompanied Mikey's energetic voice.

Mikey went on to explain the current situation he was in-- His friend Baji had chosen to leave Toman, and even hurt one of his close friends, Chifuyu. Mikey doesn't plan on fighting Baji unless it comes to that. His plan was to infiltrate Valhalla and figure out why his friend had joined them, hoping it would reveal a way to win him back.

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"So who's going?" Drakens annoying voice broke the silence after Mikey concluded his speech.

"What do you mean?"Mikey's black eyes shifted over to his friend curiously.

Draken was unamused by his friends' stupidity, "Who's infiltrating Valhalla? We all know you can't, Mikey-- Mitsuya can't either, and the rest of those idiots wouldn't last a day without trying to kill somebody!"

"oh."

"Oh? Mikey, you're an idiot." You deadpanned.

His sinister little laugh was enough to tick Draken off more, "I'll go! We can fake a fight or something, make it more believable."

"You can't go alone, Draken," Satoru spoke up. Her blue eyes scanned the room, landing directly on you.

Your (e/c) eyes widened as what she was thinking finally registered in your mind, "No. Absolutely not!"

"C'mon Y/n-" Shikichi spoke, dragging out your name, "You're the only other person!"

"Why can't one of you two go?" You asked-- the two dropped their expressions and stared at you blankly, knowing full well how obvious that answer was.

You gritted your teeth and looked at the room, knowing fully that you were the only other person. As much as it hurt you to do this, and the fact that Mikey promised you wouldn't have to work with Draken, you had to.

"Fine!"

The room fell silent, everyone staring in disbelief. They really didn't expect you to go without a fight... Draken clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes, clearly not a fan of the whole ordeal.

"Look, I don't want this any more than you do, alright? But Keisuke is our friend, and we need him back. So we're both going to have to suck it up and do this shit. After that, you can pretend I never existed for all I care!" You snapped, glaring in his direction.

He didn't say anything, only shrugged and turned around, "I'm leaving. Meet me here tomorrow...N/N"

"For fucks sake Ryuguji! Stop calling me that." He had already left.

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The day sped by. It went too fast in your opinion, but perhaps that was only because you dreaded what was to come after it ended. Tomorrow you and the man you hated most would set out to infiltrate Toman's rival, Valhalla. Two of the previous Toman members resided there, and your mission was to get them back.

When the sun began to rise, starting a new day, you were already ready. Your outfit was a little simpler than the usual one, just to indicate some sort of change. A bag filled with random things you'd possibly need was strapped over your shoulder, and hidden somewhere on your body, was one knife. Just in case.

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"I've been waiting."

Your eyes shot up from the ground as you approached yesterday's meeting spot, Drakens voice-only startling you in the slightest. Once you had realized what he had said, your eyes narrowed, "What a shame-- the spoiled prince had to wait." Sarcasm dripped like poison from your voice.

He didn't retort, only straightened his posture and walked in your direction, swerving as he reached you and headed towards the next destination.

The walk was awkward and quiet, both of you too pissed to say anything-- until the blonde-haired boy spoke up, "What's in the bag?"

"A gun."

"oh."

"Yeah..."

"What model?"

You turned to look at him, a look of annoyance sketched across your face, "Dumbass, it's not actually a gun."

"Oh... what's in there then?" He asked.

"Why do you care?" You retorted.

"I don't. Just wanted to spark up a conversation."

"Well don't." 

An audible sigh escaped his mouth as he shook his head, mumbling incoherent words after. The both of you continued your walk until your destination was finally in sight. An arcade, much like the one from yesterday. At the door were two muscular men, talking amongst themselves until they spotted you and Ryuguji. 

"What are you doing here, Toman scum?" One asked. You couldn't help but snicker quietly at his 'insult'

"I no longer work for Toman... I've come to join Valhalla." He responded sternly, eyeing down the men.

"We..." You added in a whisper. Draken just rolled his eyes and corrected himself.

"Yes, we."

The men were quiet for a second and then laughed. They laughed uncontrollably for a good few seconds, before coming to a halt and looking at the both of you, "Right, right. I can believe this guy here, heard about his fight with Mikey yesterday... but the girl? Hah! I bet she can't even throw a punch. Get out of here girly, before I make ya"

Nothing. You said nothing. Whatever this man had said just set off a bomb that had been ticking for days... The sweet and calm demeanor you'd put on seemed to wash away at his words, all that rage ready to spill out on him. Draken backed up, lifting his hands to gesture towards them, "They're all yours." Seemed to be the first thing he said that didn't make you want to kill him.

There were two approaches you could've taken, so you went with the violent one. After all, had to make a good impression, right? Slowly, you moved towards the two men and slid behind them, tracing a finger along the one arm. You could feel him shiver the slightest. Going up on your toes, you whispered in his ear, "I pity you." and yanked his arm down. Moving swiftly, you knocked him to the ground and used your foot to slam his head down. He lay there feeling dizzy.

As for the other one, he was quick to react and move towards you. His arm slid past your face, giving you the perfect opportunity to grab it. You took his fist and pulled his arm out, slamming the elbow into your knee and breaking his arm. He let out a piercing scream of pain, falling to his knees and clutching his arm. You looked at the two men on the ground and pouted, "That was no fun, now was it?"

Leaning down the meet their gazes, your expression dropped to a serious one, "Listen here boys if you ever underestimate me again, I'll do a little more than hurt you, alright?" straightening your posture, you added, "Now one of you open this door for me."

Scrambling to their feet and groaning in pain, they opened the doors and allowed the two of you to enter, "Good boys."

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I'm sorry for the waiitttt!