PRETTY SAVAGE (Tokyo revengers x reader)

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Present time: 2017

Location: confidential

"Answer the question, you damn rat!" Akira forcefully yanks the traitor's hair. He yelps in pain as she dunks his head back into the cold water. She yanks his head back out of the water and makes him face her. He coughs out the water in his mouth, and talks "I-I really don't know. I'm not working with the police I swear."

"You answered wrong." She tightens her grip on his hair and dunks him back into the water. This time she leaves him under for longer, his hands fly up trying to yank himself out. Akira smiles at the sight enjoying his pain, his lack of breath.

"Akira , that's enough" a voice commands her. Akira finally pulls him back to the surface. He topples over starts throwing up on the floor. Akira cringes at the sight. "That's disgusting. You're going to have to lick that off the floor later." The man try's to get back up but is too weak to.

"Madam, what should I do with him now?" Akira looks at Y/n for direction. "Since he won't give us answers... what's the use for his tongue?" Y/n sighs as she takes a sip of her drink. "Well, that is true. I'll take care of it, don't worry." Akira winks at her boss. "Good. Do it quick. We've wasted too much time on this one." Y/n nods at Akira as she takes a seat on a velvet chair. The man looks the two woman with wide eyes understanding his own fate. He try's to get up and run towards the wall, trying to get a quick end.

Bang*

The man stops right in his tracks and screams in pain. He looks at his calf that's bleeding and feeling limp. Y/n smiles as she blows the barrel of her gun. "Where do you think you're going hun? The fun's just beginning." Akira reaches into her pocket and pulls out a pocket knife, her eyes wide in excitement. "Hold still!"

Present time: 2017

Location: Naoto's apartment

I'm so tired. Takemichi yawns as he continues to read all the information Naoto is making him read. "There that's important." Naoto points at another long article. "Uh... alright." Takemichi clicks on the link and starts scrolling. "Also, there. Did you actually read that part?" Naoto points to the computer. Takemichi scrolls back up to reread it. "Right." "You scrolled too far. Please remember everything on that article."  Naoto corrects Takemichi.

For two straight days, Takemichi had been locked in Naoto's apartment and hasn't slept at all. He had been living off of black coffee and energy drinks. Takemichi yawns as her owns another Red Bull. "You need to pack as much information at possible about the Tokyo Manji gang in that brain."

This man's insane, he's definitely trying to kill me. Takemichi sweats at Naoto's intensity.

Five days prior on July 1st, Hinata was involved in a dispute among bmembers of the Tokyo Manji gang and died. During a festival, a truck drove in, aiming for the people in the stalls and she was one of the victims. Now Takemichi for tirelessly trying to find information he could use to prevent to whole incident.

"In that report, you'll find some of what the Tokyo Manji gang has been up to, that hasn't been reported to the media. That's in for my predecessor risked his life gathering." Takemichi freezes at the sight of the report. There was a picture of a man covered in blood, his tongue layed on the floor next to his rotten corpse. Naoto looks over Takemichi's shoulder. "That last photo is actually him."

"Really?" Takemichi looks at Naoto astonished.

"He was investigating undercover was discovered and tortured to death. They removed his tongue then gouged out his eyes. In one of his eye sockets, they found the media device that recorded his murder." Naoto looked down at his coffee as he remembered the scene.