Stay Away From Me || Tsukishima Kei X Reader

l9l Don't Try It

You were at home, in a big room with so many of your father's man.

"Koshima, tell me," you ask him.

"We were able to spread the word to the other group about your location," he tells you.

"Excellent, Hatake," you call him.

"Everything is in place, cars window replace with bulletproof glass and the wheels are stronger than the bullets," he tells you.

"How many drivers do we have?" you ask.

"4," he says.

"That's enough, Yoshi," you call him.

"Medical needs are also ready and in place for any injuries," he says.

"How many are you bringing?" you ask.

"Me and Kanzaki," he tells you.

"Good enough, Snipers?"

"All in place, we have one in every corner of the place," she tells you.

"Excellent, Arika," you compliment her.

"Is everyone good to go?" you ask. Everyone nods. "Kill them if you have to but we need to take a few for questioning. Also, make sure to keep one alive and make him think that he was able to escape so he can tell everyone I'm alive," you tell them and the nod again.

You were wearing your glasses, your hair was in two fish braids. "Good, get ready to leave," you tell them and they all left the room to get ready.

Today was the day where you were going to expose yourself. You and your father were able to make a trap for the Jigokuohi group. The plan was perfect and there was no way they would suspect it to be a trap. You were, of course, going to show yourself and participate in the fight. The generation you're in, everyone uses guns but you were going to use a traditional katana that was brought down to generation and generations after that. 

You were going to use a sword that was passed down to you and a couple of small throwing knives but one thing that you never use is a gun. You hate it, you can't even hold it without shaking not shoot one.

It was late, the perfect time to strike and to put the plan in action. You were in your room, putting on an outfit that you usually don't wear. It made you look like a real yakuza. You were wearing jeans with smalls chains on one side that connects to the other. A black shirt with a scall on it and a black leather jacket.

You undid your braids. You brushed it with your hair, your hair was a curly because of the braids. you moved it to the opposite side of how you usually have your hair. You kept the glasses on because you already go out wearing without it and wearing it makes you look different. 

You rarely ever put on makeup but for tonight, you did. You didn't like it because it wasn't worth it. You weren't going to wake up early in the morning just to put it on nor take an hour to take it off. You didn't want to put too much on so you just put on eyeliner.

Knock Knock

"Come in," you said.

"Are you ready?" your father asks as he opens the door.

"Yeah, how do I look?" you said as you face him and show him your new look.

"Wow... I barely even recognize you, you look so different," he says.

"That's what I'm looking for," you tell him as you look at yourself in the mirror. You really did look different, you could barely even recognize yourself, "Let's get going," you tell him and he nods.