Danganronpa One-Shots (1,2,3,v3)

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu × Reader [One Shot]

(A/N) Yes, you knew I had to bring baby gangster in one of these days. I love him. Don't care he's a fictional character. Fuyuhiko = Curse words. *Warning* Depresing things might happen. You have been warned. Also, I'll try to make this more gender neutral. Enjoy~!

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~•~Your P.O.V.~•~

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Bitch." A member of the clan repeated to me.
"C'mon, Natsumi!" I yelled at the shorter blonde.
"No. You're not ready." Natsumi looked at me with a look of determ-ination. She wasn't going to let me join the rest of the Yakuza's as they fought off India.
"Oh," I was going to snap. "And you are?" I said sharply.
"I've been a member for way longer." She snarled. "Unlike you!"
Now it was my turn to be hurt. They had barely taken me in a few years ago, after the incident.

~○~Flash Back~○~

  A young girl/boy lay on the ground ground, sobbing. They had (H/C) and (E/C) eyes that sparkled with tears streaking their poorly fed face. An older man stood over their small, shivering body. Pain was written all over their face, from the mouth to the eyes. The man glared at them with sympathy in his eyes.
"Okay, men, take them in." He said, signaling to some well-built men behind him. "What's your name, kiddo?"
"(N-N).." The small child mumbled.
"Well, (N), you can come live with us. The  (Clan Name) Clan will protect you."
  The man looked into the child's big, bright eyes. They looked as if hope was finally found. (N) rubbed their dirty, cheap, shirt and pants off. The man gave them a small smile, which said, "Everything will be okay."

~○~End Of Flash Back~○~

  Of course, everything didn't end up okay, a year later, the Yakuza's attacked the (Clan Name) Clan and found me in one of those bases. After loads of questions, They were deciding on keeping me, most of them thinking that I was useless, and weak. After the man that had taken me in died, they treated me like trash, a waste of space. Then, I was poorly fed and tied up in one of their smaller bases to keep me hidden. The only reason why they didnt leave me out on the streets, was beucase of the man's wife. Asuna.
(If you got this--)
  The Yakuza's took me in after I sweeped one of their strongest guards. The (C/N) Clan taught me well. The Yakuza's trained me, until I was almost stronger then them. They taught me how to use guns, Peko, taking a liking to me, taught me how to sword fight. The clan respected me, beucase of my strength. Their next leader, Fuyuhiko also didn't hate me. We were about the same age, and close to the same height, although I was slightly taller.
"I'm stronger then you, Natsumi!" I retorted, emotionally hurt.
"And?" She glared at me, annoyed. "Just go away. Stat out of this."
"Why does baby face get to go?!" I asked.
"Becuase, he's been a clan member longer." She snapped back.
"Fine!" Heat rushed to my cheeks out of frustration.
"Leave, do something else." She glared at me, grabbing her hand guns to fight the other clan. "Bye." With that, the blonde standing in front of me left.
"Bitch." I muttered under my breath. "We're gonna lose this. I'm helping them." I whispered to myself as I grabbed a sword and a hand gun, carrying ammo. I tossed it in a small bag and started running. I ran until I made it to the deck areas where the secret boats left to take the Yakuza's to their necessary locations.
"(N)?" A lady wearing dark red lipstick on the boat called out. "Natsumi said that you were not coming." She said.
"Oh, I was deciding on it." I said to the woman.
  She put an inquisitive finger to her pale face, messing with her long, black hair. "Well, get on." She said.
"Thanks, Celeste!" I thanked her and boarded the boat, awaiting the long feeling of anxiety rush through me as I thought about the lives of the clan. They meant more of me then I thought.
"India?" Celeste asked after I had boarded.
"Yes." I agreed.