Tokyo Executioner { KARMA X READER }

||Chapter 4||

I knocked on the steel door anticipating whatever hell was waiting for me tonight. The small hatch opened and a pair of bronze eyes looked through it. "Password," it demanded.

I gave him the middle finger. "Let me the fuck in Travis I'm not in the mood." He chuckled his light and hearty laugh that would always put me in a great mood. I genuinely smiled when his young and freckly face swung the door open with a spine tickling creep. He had ginger hair that would fall in front of his face and he would constantly push it out of his eyes. Travis was only twelve and worked here till late because his dad handled the bar. I couldn't help but feel sorry for him whenever I remembered the work he had to endure every day. When I stepped inside we clapped our hands together and thudded our chests together.

"You're early," he declared and I gave him a one shouldered shrug.

"Only ran into one group tonight." I ruffled his hair and he let out his heart warming chuckle again as I walked to the bar. I sat down on the stool at the end where I usually sat. Nobody ever bothered me here, they knew I'd kick they ass and serve it on a silver platter. I nodded to Jeff and he put up one finger as if to say 'one minute' and then shuffled off to serve one of the other drunk bastards here. I ignored the interested looks I was getting from the whores around me until someone had the nerve to whistle. I snapped my head behind me, growling and a foul word on my lips. I found a man with tattoos snaking around his neck and face and he immediately paled when he saw my face and came into view of my neck. I growled louder which made him scurry off to whatever rock he came from. I turned back around to find the stocky and bald Jeff grinning at me like he had made the funniest discovery.

"What?" I asked.

"Tell me again, when did you get that?" He gestured to the tattoo of two beasts on my neck.

"When I was twelve," I answered and he raised his eyebrows.

"Why?" He asked and I looked away. I didn't like talking about that stuff and he knew that. "Sorry darl'," he added, sincerely.

"Whatever," I shrugged and I glanced at my watch. I let out an exhausted sigh and looked up at the stage. "I guess I should start." I walked up the stairs, threw my jumper on to the stage and grabbed my guitar, my head held high as always and I swung it over my head. "Hello old friend," I whispered as I ran a hand over the head of the guitar. "What should we play tonight?"

~I recommend starting the song now~

I played the starting chords of the song and the audience went quiet as the music blasted through the speakers.

"Living easy, living free,

Season ticket on a one-way ride

Asking nothing, leave me be

Taking everything in my stride

Don't need reason, don't need rhyme

Ain't nothing I would rather do

Going down, party time

My friends are gonna be there too"

I sang Highway to Hell by AC/DC until my throat was burning and my fingers were stinging. I panted and grinned as I continued with the songs again and again and again and again.

People left, others arrived but I stayed, I had to. This was my job, and I was stuck in this shithole until another slightly better shithole would take me.

When Jeff finally gave me the signal to leave I lit up and ran down the stairs. I grabbed my jumper and threw it over my head and ran over to Jeff where he paid me handsomely. I ran to the door where I ruffled Travis's hair again and kissed him on the head. He was my favourite little boy in the whole world, he was the younger brother that God never gave me. I smiled and ran out the door where I met a crying sky and a slippery pavement. I laughed and jumped onto the trash bins which assisted me on making my ascent onto the rooftops. I jumped up and ran in the rain on top of Tokyo, feeling alive. I let out a yell of freedom that echoed throughout the rooftops. I slowed down my steps when I reached my apartment. I hung from my arms on the edge of the roof and dived through my window and onto my bed.

I let out a giant laugh while I sat up and looked at my room, it was the definition of boring. The grey paint was peeling on the corners which revealed the brick wall behind it. My bed had yellow sheets that used to be white and always had a layer of dust on them. The carpet was a rough grey with numerous stains that I don't remember happening. There was a cabinet with clothes splayed everywhere and drawers were pushed out and I could never be bothered to close them.

The door had a mirror with a lonely picture of a boy and when I laid eyes on it my smile faded. I looked at the dark stubble on his perfect jawline. I looked at his sapphire eyes that were so deep that I was always afraid that I would drown. I looked at his brown hair that would wildly stick out in different directions. I looked at his lazy smile. And I remembered.

Everything.

"Give it back James!" A little girl and an older boy were chasing each other around the playroom. His hair would occasionally brush the ceiling and he would run into action figures. They were both giggling and chuckling as they chased each other.

"Ye gotta catch me first me hearty," the boy laughed. The girl tripped over her feet and a powerful scream burst through the house. Her knees became wet and she began hugging her ankle. Her wails caught the attention of the boy and he immediately ran to her side.

"Hey," he whispered as he handed her back the teddy, "look at me." The girl looked up in a pout. "Don't cry. You and I both know you don't need to cry. Crying is a choice. Make a choice but don't choose the wrong one." Her face began to light up as he stroked his hands through her hair. "Crying always shows weakness. Don't be weak. Did Captain America show weakness when he was pulling that helicopter?" She giggled. "Never cry." He stood up and put her on his shoulders so she got an incredible view of the room.

My vision began to blur.

No.

"I will not cry," I whispered. " I will not cry," I punched the wall. "I will not cry," I punched the wall again. "I will not cry," I fell back into my bed. "I will not cry," I closed my eyes. "I will not cry," I willed myself to take deep breaths. I repeated the words over and over. Again and again, until I let sleep take me away from reality.