EONS ADRIFT : tokyo revengers x male!reader
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A fanfiction where the reader is as rude as Scaramouche.
> "Ha! you even dare look me in the eye?"
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"Unsightly insects!" WARNING : SHORT CHAPTER.
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".. What a large crowd.. Much favorable for humiliation." M/n looked around, he seemed bored already.. "My god, stop." Xina face-palmed, it seems like it was a bad idea to bring you here, huh?
"When is it starting?" M/n found no reason to be here if it wasn't going to start sooner, but— it seems like that waiting paid off. "HELLO, GENTLEMEN," One of them in the arena started. M/n looked forward to what they have in store.
"THE COMPETITORS ARE JUST AS IT SAID IN THE EMAIL," M/n looked slightly.. Confused. 'An email? Seriously?' he thought to himself. "WE HAVE SAKURA MIDDLE'S KOJIMA!" The boy named Kojima simply yells 'yeahhh', in an unamused tone of voice.
"Don't just yell 'yeah', moron." the announcer stared at him, before returning to the competitors. The crowd seems more aggressive than expected, although.. What did you really think was going to happen?
'If you lose, I'll make you dance in your underwear!', 'You're gettin' carried away, aren't ya, fuckface!?', that's just an example of how the 'crowd goes wild'.
"AND MIZO MIDDLE'S YAMAMOTO!" they all turn to a long haired boy, he seems more nervous than 'Kojima'. The crowd goes wild once again.. 'Kill him, long haired bastard!', 'He's fucking terrified!'
"Blah, blah, blah.. I came here for the fight.. Not your time-wasting blabbering." —dialogue skip by M/n.
A blonde haired boy yells 'WAIT!', all attention turns to him. "..he's from Mizo middle, isn't he?" M/n asks, as the boy seems somewhat familiar to him. "Uhh.. he's one of those delinquent wannabe's. You know, those forgettable 5." Xina responds, pointing to him. M/n mutters out a small 'ohh~'
'The fuck you doing, shit-licker?!' M/n scoffed at the low insult. "Oh man, ain't it really boring having the same type of fight every time?" He starts. He seems to have something in mind. "What is that lowly creature up to? This is wasting my time.." M/n mutters. "You literally have nothing better to do." Xina sighed.
"Don'tcha wanna watch something more interesting?" He says, putting hands behind his head. "He's pretty smart for a 2nd year!", "Who the hell is this guy?", "Ha? A 2nd year? Who the hell are you to talk!" so on, and so forth.
M/n raised an eyebrow at the blonde, doubting him. "Something more.. Interesting? Hah! Let's see what you can do about this thing." He mumbles, as he crosses his arms, as if he was looking down at him already.
The blonde's heart was practically beating out of his chest, and it was obvious. Even M/n can spot his nervousness from afar. "How about.."
"The king v.s the slave." His words seem to surprise the crowd.
'The fuck does that mean?'
'Hah?'
Even the long haired boy in the arena seemed baffled, at a loss for words as well. The crowd was speechless, just as the next person was.
