Yakuza Taishiro X Female Reader

Part 1

You're a talented tattoo artist, famous for your detailed and vibrant designs. Due to your rising fame on social media and high demand for your work, you, now, only book appointments and don't accept walk-ins. It's because of this, that someone can be waiting weeks before getting into your shop.

You have just finished with your last customer booked for the day and are getting ready to start closing up your shop when two men walk in through the front door, after your last customer leaves.

One man had vibrant red hair and the other had silver hair; both men were wearing dress shirts that were buttoned mid-breast, exposing the the top of their tattooed chests. Their gelled, spiky hair styles, rolled up sleeves, and poise as they sauntered across the room, already made you feel that they were the rowdy types.

You politely greet them, hoping they are just potential customers wanting a new tattoo. "Hey guys! Sorry, I'm getting ready to close up right now but if you're interested in my services I'd be more than happy to take the time to book an appointment for you!", you remain calm and professional eventhough the growing suspense was eating at you.

The two men stepped closer to you, prompting you to take a step back as they entered your personal bubble, making you uneasy. The redhead speaks first, "Actually, yeah, but the tattoos are for, uh...someone else. We're here on his behalf."

You nod, "Alright, then....", you turn and grab your appointment book from the nearby counter. You turn back around, meeting the chest of the silver-haired man as he plucked the appointment book from your hands, "You won't be needing that...", he grins as you try to tug it back from him, to no avail.

The redhead approaches you, "There won't be an appointment, your waits are too long, and he would like the tattoos done tomorrow, no exceptions." He grabs the book from the silver-haired man and hands it back to you, and you hug it close to your chest as you clutch it.

"He's offering twenty times the amount you normally charge for a session, for the inconvenience of canceling any appointments you may have tomorrow, along with the offer of becoming our official tattoo artist! Which of course gives us the benefit of jumping ahead in line whenever we want a new tattoo, as well. Of course, it also benefits you, because you'll be paid ten times the amount for every time we get a tattoo! Good deal...don't you think?!" The redhead flashes a toothy grin as he reaches forward, playfully tapping the book in your hands.

"I-I'm not sure..." you try to step back again to put more distance between the two men in case you felt the need to flee, but the distance is immediately closed by the two as they take another step forward in response.

You had noticed a specific tattoo on the silver-haired man's chest when he took your appointment book from you. The same tattoo was on the side of the redhead's neck, just barely covered by the collar of his dress shirt. You recognized the design as a tattoo that a local gang uses to mark all their members.

Immediately feeling like you were in danger, you attempt to talk them down. "The appointments work like 'first come first serve'...if I don't honor my system and let anyone cut in line just because they offer me more money, I'll lose customers. I'm sorry, but I can't just let you all jump in whenever you want, it will make my business look...uh..." you try to think of a word that wouldn't offend them.

A chuckle from the silver-haired alerts you, "Looks like this won't be so boring after all...", the man grins widely.

When you try to take another step back, you feel that your back is now literally against a wall as you bump into it, prompting the men to close any gaps with devious grins painting their faces. The only way out was the door the two men came through and they were both obviously making sure to remain within arm's length.

"Seems, you think you have a choice in the matter..." the redhead slams the side of his fist into the wall beside your head, making you jump. Keeping his hand on the wall, he leans down, placing his face besides your own. "Our first order was to offer you a position where you could continue to work as you please...but since you mean to deny our peaceful and reasonable offer...our second order is to take you to talk to our boss."

You shudder as you feel the redhead's warm breath blanket your neck, but you remain silent and motionless. "So...are you going to come willingly? Or are you going give us a little fun, chasing you through the dark alley that's outside that door?" The redhead pulls his face away and takes a step back.

You remain silent but take a step forward. You figure that since they need you, as long as you cooperate, they won't hurt you. "Good choice..." the redhead pats your head playfully and motions for you to follow him. The silver-haired man takes a position, following you from behind. You all exit the shop and approach a black car with tinted windows parked on the main street.

You find yourself staring at the open road, hoping for a chance to call out to someone for help. It was dark and not a single person was in sight. You felt stupid in this moment, for opening your shop in such a secluded location.

"Ladies first...", you hear the redhead tease before you looks toward the car's open back door. There was no light on inside of the car and fear took over as you stared into the dark abyss before you. Sprinting as fast as you can down the street, you start turning random corners, hoping to lose the men in the process or run into someone.

A body slammed against your back and pressed you into the pavement. You managed to bring your arms up in time to prevent your head from hitting the ground but broken glass cut into your arms, and you hiss and cry out at the pain and stinging sensation.

"Shit! Why can't you be careful?! He said not to hurt her!" The redhead shouts angrily at the silver-haired man as he helps you stand.

"She was going to get away! I didn't mean to hurt her!" The silver-haired man takes the other side of you as they lead you back to the car.

The redhead turns to you as he holds his hand out to the car's open door again, "You're not going to run again, right?". You shake your head and allow the two men to help you into the car. The redhead takes the seat next to you in the backseat and the silver-haired man gets into the driver seat.

"Sorry about this..." the redhead speaks up just before pressing a cloth over your mouth and nose, "...but, we can't have you knowing where we're going."

You pass out, and the silver-haired man drives off.