The Chains that Bind (Highschool DxD x Ghost Rider Reader)

Chapter 25

When they were in the alley, the leader had his guys situate their catch in a certain way, where both could see each other. (F/N) struggled, but by doing so his wounds were slowly starting to reopen, not to mention the bloody nose he was getting after that punch. The leader stood between the two of them, looking at them before he walked up to (F/N) and sent a punch to his gut; a hard punch. (F/N) lurched forward, wanting to hold his stomach, curling up to try and numb the pain, but he couldn't given the hold he was in. The leader grabbed his head and forced him to look up, and watched as a fist was rushed to his face. Blood spewed from his nose, and his mouth, spitting out towards the ground to the side. Akeno continued trying to fight, trying to break free, but she could only hear the guy's cackling as he watched (F/N) get punched. The leader then lifted (F/N)'s face up, got close, and tilted his head.

"Are you understanding it now, you little shit? You mess with my family, and I'll mess with you." (F/N)'s only response was to wad up his saliva and blood and spit it out at the guy, still showing his defiance. It got right in the head honcho's eyes. He backed away, wiping it away.

"Come on, I know choir boys who punch harder than you," (F/N) said. The leader, once he got a good look at (F/N), sent a hard left hook to his face, giving (F/N) a black eye.

"So you're all talk, huh?" The leader of the group said, before he turned around, looking at Akeno, who was just watching the scene unfold. "Let's see if you're all talk when I'm done with her." The leader approached Akeno and pulled out a knife, opening it up and showing a shining blade, reflecting what little light was in the alley. (F/N) glanced out towards the open sky; the orange was starting to fade, but it still wasn't enough. The leader then eyed Akeno's clothing top to bottom.

"Leave her out of this, you bastard!" (F/N) shouted, trying to get out of the hold. Whether this guy was going to hurt her, or perform other actions, it was still enough to get (F/N) to try a lot harder. He tugged, but the wounds to his arm were starting to open again and the pain was returning. "I'm the one who beat up your pussy of a cousin!" He tried to aggravate the yakuza thug, hoping he would turn his anger back to him, but that only got him to leech on Akeno a bit more.

"Well we can't let this moment pass us by, can we?" The leader asked, turning to (F/N) with a small shrug. "I know some shady people of my own who would have her broken in just a night. Let's see what we can do." He turned back to Akeno and cut off her school bow, then cut the string holding the buttons up. The buttons flew off, as if they were bullets, and the guy just laughed. "Damn! These udders must be big if those buttons flew off!" He said as he kept going, as if toying with them a bit more. Intimately curious to see if any more would fly off like the first button. As curious as (F/N) would be, to see what Akeno looked like beneath all the fabric she wore, and to have her undress from that skimpy uniform, he couldn't let someone like him undress her. He looked over at the sky again.

Still...nothing...

When he gave one look at Akeno, he could see her discontent, the small flicker of fear in her expression as her uniform was being undone, and the guy behind her taking the advantage to do something to her.

Fire was erupting in his body, rage was fuming. For a small moment, a flicker of blue flames could be spotted in his eyes. What he did next, he hastily put together, with no concern for himself in mind or any pain he might sustain from this. He stomped his foot hard against the foot of the guy behind him, pushed himself back so the guy behind him would hit the wall, and then with all his strength, he whipped his head back and hit it against the guy's nose. A hard, stinging pain was felt against his head, where the bike hit his head, but he managed to get loose enough. He broke free from his hold, but the guy who was holding onto him still had a hold of his right hand. (F/N) took this moment to pull the guy over, though there was a hard, and unsavory, crack across his bone, but the anger numbed the pain. With the guy pulled towards him, (F/N) sent a hard punch with his left hand, his one good hand he had. With anger as his fuel, he knocked the guy clean out; broke his nose, took out a tooth or two, and perhaps gave the guy his own black eye.