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

CHAPTER 17

The morning sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the expansive room where you lounged on the plush couch, a book forgotten in your lap.

The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, mingling with the faint hint of cherry blossoms drifting in through the open window. It was a rare moment of tranquility amidst the chaos of your lives as executives of Bonten.

The rhythmic tick of the clock echoed softly in the background, marking the passage of time as you savored the quiet solitude, the soft rustle of turning pages the only sound breaking the stillness. Outside, the city began to stir, the distant hum of traffic mingling with the gentle chirping of birds as Tokyo slowly came to life.

Just as you were about to lose yourself in the world of words, the peaceful ambiance shattered with the abruptness of shattered glass. The door burst open, slamming against the wall with a resounding bang, and Koko barreled into the room, his usually composed demeanor replaced by one of frantic urgency.

"Mikey! We've got a serious problem," he exclaimed, his voice strained with tension.

Startled, you jolted upright, the book slipping from your grasp to land with a soft thud on the carpeted floor. Mikey, seated beside you, shot to attention, his sharp gaze fixed on Koko.

"What's going on, Koko?" he demanded, his voice a low rumble that reverberated through the room.

Koko's chest heaved with exertion, his eyes wild with panic as he struggled to catch his breath. "Some son of a bitch hit our warehouse," he spat out, his words laced with venom. "They took everything—guns, drugs, you name it."

The news hit you like a physical blow, a wave of disbelief crashing over you as you exchanged stunned glances. In your line of work, a breach like this was tantamount to a declaration of war—an audacious challenge to your authority that could not go unanswered.

Mikey's jaw clenched, his expression darkening with rage as he absorbed the gravity of the situation. "Gather the others. We need to deal with this, now," he commanded, his voice brooking no argument.

With a nod of assent, Koko turned on his heel and bolted from the room, leaving a trail of agitation in his wake. You watched him go, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air, a palpable tension suffusing the room.

The air buzzed with tension as the executives gathered, their expressions a mix of determination and apprehension. Koko, Rindou, Ran, Sanzu, Kakucho, Mochi, Takeomi, and Mikey—all formidable figures in their own right—sat in silence, their minds grappling with the gravity of the situation.

Sanzu was the first to break the silence. His eyes gleamed with manic energy as he leaned forward, his voice tinged with excitement. "I say we hit 'em where it hurts. We go in guns blazing, no mercy. Show 'em what it means to mess with Bonten!"

The suggestion was met with nods of agreement and murmurs of approval. Mikey leaned back in his chair, considering the proposal carefully. "It's a bold move, Sanzu. But we can't risk unnecessary bloodshed. We need to be smart about this."

Rindou, his usually calm demeanor tinged with frustration, spoke up next, his voice low and measured. "What about a more surgical approach? We infiltrate their ranks, gather intel, and dismantle their operation from the inside out."

The suggestion was met with thoughtful nods and murmurs of approval. Koko leaned forward, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "I like it. We play the long game, take 'em down piece by piece. No need to get our hands dirty if we don't have to."

Mochi raised an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "And how the fuck do you propose we infiltrate their organization without raising suspicion?"

Koko's grin widened, his gaze turning calculating. "Simple. We plant a mole—a double agent who'll feed us information from the inside. We'll have eyes and ears everywhere, without them even  knowing it."

Takeomi chuckled, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "I like the sound of that. We'll be pulling the strings from behind the scenes, like bloody puppet masters."

Ran nodded in agreement, her lips pressed into a thin line. "But we need to be careful. One wrong move, and we could blow the whole operation. We need to stay one step ahead of those motherfuckers at all times."

'we will be a whole ass kilometer ahead of them,' you thought, making your own plan inside your head.

Sanzu, ever the wildcard, grinned wickedly. "Or we could just blow up their bloody headquarters. No witnesses, no evidence. Just a big ol' crater where their base used to be."

The room fell into stunned silence as everyone turned to stare at Sanzu, a mixture of shock and disbelief written plain on their faces.

"Are you out of your bloody mind, Sanzu?" Mikey asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Sanzu shrugged, unapologetic. "Hey, sometimes you gotta fight fire with fire. Besides, it'd send a pretty clear message, wouldn't it?"

Mikey shook his head, struggling to maintain his composure. "Okay, that's enough. We're not resorting to blowing up buildings. Let's get back on track and come up with a real plan."

Sanzu pouted, crossing his arms over his chest like a petulant child. "Fine, crush my bloody dreams, why don't you?"

"Listen up," you began, your voice cutting through the cacophony of ideas. "We need to hit them hard and fast, catching those bastards off guard before they have a chance to react."

Mikey leaned forward, his gaze intense. "Go on. What do you have in mind?"

"We infiltrate their base," you continued, carefully choosing your words. "We exploit their vulnerabilities, using deception to gain the upper hand."

Rindou nodded in agreement, a spark of excitement igniting in his eyes. "And while they're distracted, we make our move. We take advantage of their blind spots, striking where they least expect it."

Koko grinned, his hands itching for action. "I like where this is going. We position ourselves strategically, ready to strike at a moment's notice."

Sanzu's eyes gleamed with manic energy, his mind already racing ahead. "And then we unleash hell, unleashing a torrent of violence that those fuckers won't know what hit them."

The room fell silent as the gravity of your plan settled over you like a heavy shroud.