F R E A K S (Tokyo revengers Bonten x reader)

CHAPTER 1

(Hello everyone, this is my first book. Please be kind as English is not my first language. Enjoy reading and feel free to leave your comments.)

Your alarm clock blared, ripping you from the clutches of sleep like a merciless predator. With a groan, you stretched your arms and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, only to be greeted by the early morning sunlight streaming through the large glass door of your room.

 As you took your first step onto the soft rug, you slipped on a pizza box left carelessly on the floor, sending you crashing down with a resounding BAM!

"What a great morning," you muttered sarcastically as you picked yourself up, tossing the offending pizza box away. After a quick shower, you dressed in a rebellious ensemble: a black crop corset top paired with high-waisted shorts, topped off with a baggy holographic jacket and sneakers. With your outfit chosen, you headed downstairs for breakfast, knowing that today you were reluctantly accompanying your father on another one of his ill-conceived plans.

As you entered the abandoned warehouse, the eerie silence was broken only by the sound of your footsteps echoing off the walls.

 You found a seat and settled in, already feeling the weight of boredom settling over you like a heavy cloak.

"This idea is far worse than your previous ones," you remarked to your father, who simply rolled his eyes in response. "Whatever, they won't make it out alive once they come," he replied, his confidence bordering on arrogance.

The distant rumble of approaching vehicles caught your attention, and you glanced towards the entrance of the warehouse. Eight figures emerged from the shadows, their presence commanding the space with an air of authority. 

You couldn't help but admire the intimidating aura they exuded, despite knowing they were from Bonten, the largest criminal organization in the country.

Your gaze lingered on each member as they entered, noting the silver-haired man who seemed to be their leader, his eyes tired and lifeless. Beside him stood a pink-haired individual radiating an unsettling aura, wielding a katana with practiced ease. 

Across from them stood a man with a long scar running down his face, his heterochromia eyes betraying a sense of danger.

Two others, with matching purple and black locks, bore the unmistakable tattoos of Bonten on their necks, likely siblings. A long-haired man with mesmerizing snake-like eyes caught your attention, while a slicked-back figure with a scar over his eye exuded an aura of quiet menace. Lastly, another one completed the group, his presence adding an eerie element to the scene.

Your father initiated the negotiations with polite pleasantries, but it was clear that tensions simmered beneath the surface. As the conversation dragged on, your mind drifted, and you found yourself engaged in a silent staring contest with the pink-haired individual, relishing in the small victory as he eventually looked away.

However, the peace was shattered when a sudden eruption of gunfire filled the air, signaling the start of a chaotic skirmish.

"We got no profit in this deal of yours," said the snake-eyed individual, jolting you out of your reverie.

"Well, my dad only thinks about himself, so yeah," you thought to yourself as the confrontation escalated.

"We decline," said their boss, his voice cold and final.

"Man, you wasted our time," said one of the siblings with purple and black locks, their frustration evident.

"You all think you can disrespect me and make out alive, then you are wrong," your father proclaimed with manic laughter, earning a side-eye from you.

You knew something bad was going to happen...

Suddenly, a group of armed men appeared and started shooting. They were from your father's side, and more men appeared from Bonten's side as if they were expecting this attack. You were in no mood to fight, but someone fired a bullet at you, forcing you to swiftly dodge and retaliate with a roundhouse kick.

With your quick reflexes and agile movements, you managed to disarm one of the men and incapacitate him with your precise martial arts techniques. However, the other assailants became enraged and drew their guns on you.

Not fearing the imminent danger, you employed your strategic thinking and adaptability to outmaneuver the armed men, utilizing the environment around you as an advantage. You dodged the bullets with cat-like agility and disoriented your opponents with calculated strikes.

As the fight intensified, your determination shone through as you utilized your extensive training to gain the upper hand against these ruthless adversaries.

You grabbed one of the guns lying on the ground and started shooting at others until you heard your dad coughing. Turning around, you saw him lying on the ground with blood pooling around him...

Walking slowly, you stood in front of him and stared at him for a minute before bowing. "Thank you for taking care of me," you said quietly, placing your handkerchief over his face with a stoic expression.

Suddenly, his phone rang, and you picked it up, answering with a lively tone. "Hey, Mom, what's up?" you said, trying to maintain composure.

"I'm fine, honey, where's your dad?" she asked.

"D-dad..." you hesitated, glancing at your father before answering, "Dad is currently lying on the floor with a pool of blood and a bullet, looking at me with big eyes, he kind of scares me."

Silence fell over the warehouse as everyone stared at you in disbelief.

"You mean he's dead?" someone finally asked.

"Yeah, he's dead," you confirmed in a monotone voice before hanging up the phone.

The warehouse fell into an uncomfortable silence as the weight of the situation settled over everyone present.

Your father had always been mean and arrogant, often neglecting his family and resorting to violence. Despite your complicated relationship, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief knowing that his reign of terror had finally come to an end.

As you looked around at the stunned faces of those around you, you felt a wave of boredom wash over you. All you wanted was to leave this chaos behind and return to the comfort of your mundane existence, where the only drama involved deciding what to watch on Netflix. But it seemed luck was not on your side today, as you realized that leaving this warehouse would not be as easy as you had hoped...

"stop right there"

(sorry for the short chapter:(  ,I gotta reschedule my daily timetable)