Morality || Bonten Timeline x Reader || UNDER MAJOR EDITING

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Carnage.

That's all that Kokonoi could think as he stepped outside. Three bodies lay in the street, all of which he recognised.

Onlookers had already started to gather, circling to get a closer view.

"Back off you vultures," Mochi barked, wielding his gun.

Kokonoi knelt beside Kakucho, taking in the blood before pushing his fingers into his neck.

"Let's get these losers to a hospital. See if they can make it." Rindou muttered from where he was bent over Chifuyu.

"Imagine getting shot and dying," chuckled Ran as he hoisted up Kazutora, "I can't even lie, Hanma's a lousy shot. Kazutora only got grazed in the shoulder."

Mochi scoffed slightly, "dude probably passed out from the pain."

The wailing sirens drew closer and Takeomi put out his cigarette, "I'll stay behind and deal with these fuckwits. You guys go ahead."

The gang shared looks before nodding and taking off.

"Ran, why do you have Kazutora?" Kokonoi asked as they all started to pile into a car.

"I think it'll be funny." Ran closed the trunk, "on a more serious note, where's Mikey?"

The men looked around for the imp before looking collectively at each other.

"Well fuck." Rindou slumped in his seat, "I'm blaming Takeomi."

His brother nodded, "fair enough. Where are we going?"

"They've gotta be taking her to the airport." Rindou spoke as if it was the obvious choice.

Kokonoi scoffed, "we literally have tracking built into her phone. No chance Hanma was smart enough to think of that." He muttered the last bit and pulled out his own phone and started tapping away.

"Oh Kokonoi, you and your obsessions always serve us well." Ran chuckled as the silver-haired male placed his phone so Mochi could follow directions.

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It was a cold and dreary morning, rain drizzling down and painting everything in a dull grey.

You sat up in your bed, thin blankets doing little to protect you.

A voice called your name, knocking coming from your window. "Tora?" You asked, getting up and padding over. He grinned at you, motioning for you to open the window for him.

You did so, allowing him to crawl through and shaking his head like a wet dog.

"Happy birthday, little tiger." He smiled and wrapped you into a hug, you squirming and giggling, trying to not get wet, "here."

He pulled back and held out a small box, tied with a yellow ribbon. "Where'd you get the money?" You whispered, hesitant to touch the box.

"Don't worry about that, just open it," he bounced with excitement as your hands delicately removed the ribbon. "Hurry."

You giggled at how eager he was, removing the lid and revealing a dainty pocket knife. You gasped and picked it up, admiring the ornate handle. The blade was flat and razor sharp.

"Tora." You looked at your big brother tearfully.

His face hardened and he placed his hand around yours, "I hope you never have to use it, and with me around, you won't. But you keep this by your side at all times, alright? When you sleep, eat, no matter what."