AGGRESSIVE (Kengan Ashura x reader)

Beginning(Ch.1)

Y/n= your name

L/n= last name

Dumb dumb bitch fart

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"Queen Elizabeth did what?!" the girl said as she walked down the busy street lit by red lights. Looking down at her phone. Everyone was moving at the speed of a wet shart.

Her Instagram profile said professional pussy spanker tho.

She suddenly bumped into a figure but didn't care to look up at who it was.

"Hey, watch were you're going punk" looking up, she saw a middle aged man with greasy hair and a stained shirt.

"Onision??? In the reals oh damn you stink worse than Clintons hooha". The man snarled but then grinned

"You ruined my shirt, give me some money for a new one"

"My guy your shirt was already-" his hand went to his back pocket then flipped out a knife.

"Awweee look at that cute lil thing" she said giggling.

"You bitch! I'm robbing you stop laughing!" He lunged at her aiming for her throat. In the blink of an eye his knife was out of his hand and Y/n was no longer in front of him.

"Huh? Where did she go??" The man looked around, but she was nowhere to be seen.

"KOREAN CIRCUMCISION!" She stabbed him in the dick and he fell to the ground crying as blood soaked through his pants.

"You clearly aren't a Nicki fan"(OUTDATED JOKE) she leaned against the wall. She slowly walked away from the scene as she turned another corner into an alleyway.

There was a man in a messy business suit peering over the side of the wall. She leaned into his ear and whispered

"horny penis laundry basket"

The man wasn't fazed at all, he was really engaged on what she hadn't noticed was going on in front of her. Once she peered over she saw two large men, one shorter with a red and black hoodie on, and the other with larger mass and height had a suit on.

Clearly she was watching a fight go down. She bit her lip fuck boy style and watched as they exchanged a few words before the larger man tore off his suit. His back showed the tattoo he had and Y/n got Yakuza flashbacks. She hadn't noticed the other man with long dark messy hair and a pretty good looking face. After all, what got her attention more was the (sexual) tension building up.

The whole time y/n was 👁👄👁 *taco bell ding*

The larger man started by throwing heavy punches as the other one dodged swiftly. She smiled stupidly as she processed who was obviously going to win.

'While the larger man has his mass and strength, the other guy has a technique that seems to over power both' she thought as the larger man kicked into the wall,causing it to crater.

"Ah, steel lined boots. I sure don't want to take a hit from those" a deep smooth voice came from the man with the hoodie.

"Stop running around, this is the fight you picked"
"Then here I come" He charged and successfully hit the larger man in the face. Grunting, the other lunged. The other kicked him in the face as the large mans eyes widened As he fell to his knees. he quickly got up, getting into another fighting position.

"Do you see who the challenger is now?" By that time she had stopped paying attention and was just staring blankly. Once she snapped out of it and sneezed loudly. The small business man shrieked and turned around to face you.

"W-who are you two!??" He looked back and fourth between y/n and the other male.

"Tokita Ohma" he replied coldly.

"Mr. Tokita Ohma..."

"And who are you two?" his gaze fell onto him.

The business man stiffened "I am Kazuo Yamashita, sir!" He said almost like a salute.

"And you?" his gaze fell on you as he raised his eyebrow, showing a little interest.

"Girls call me daddy, but heheh my name's Y/n" she finger gunned at him. 'God that was so fucking corny' her cheeks clenched.

"So, do you want to fight me too?" The business man stiffened and Y/n just made the amber alert noise before she shook her head.

"Nope, I got things to do" she shook her head.

"Hmph, well that's disappointing" he turned around walking away, looking back at you once again before heading off into the crowd of people.

"That was a little lackluster" she said before the business man ran off into the crowd as well, leaving her alone again. She looked at her phone and almost shat herself.

"Oh shit, it's past curfew. Grant me the speed of a trillion wet farts"

Running back to the apartment complex above the ramen restaurant and crawling through the window while playing mission impossible in your mind would be fun if Meiko wasn't standing there ready to beat the shit out of you with a leek.

She wacked Y/n upside of the head with it "How many times have I told you to be home before or at curfew!" She scolded as she crossed her arms. She was wearing a nightgown and her hair was placed in a headband.

"Sorry grandmama" Y/n rubbed her head as she closed her eyes waiting for more scolding.

"Ugh, it can't be helped though. You are 26 after all" she sighed and shook her head. "But I still live with you, it's only fair that I obey your rules" Y/n closed the window and sat on her futon.

"I can't control what you do forever love, I'm getting too old to hit you over the head" . "That's not true!! You're just as powerful as the day I met you"

"You were 5 and I was in my forties. I was past my peak even then" Y/n looked down sadly. She remembered all the sparring matches she had with Meiko and how she would completely beat her ass in striking. Ground martial arts not so much because of her knee problems she started having.

"But, you're still the same to me"

Meiko looked up and laughed with a small blush "Oh you're just saying that"
"I'm not I swear on my robux!"
"Hmm alright, I'll believe you just this once"
"Only once!?"

Once your conversation had ended you laid down in bed thinking about today. You had a meeting tomorrow with a big company about promotions of being a fighter and going to the Kengan tournament you heard Meiko talk about all the time.

A little nervous, she looked at her old pair of boxing gloves hanging up on the wall. Remembering her first fight for the restaurant.

"How things have changed..."

The fight she was referring to, against the competition restaurant which used to be accross from them. Whoever won the fight got to keep their business open, while the other had to close for good. Or atleast move somewhere else.

Needless to say, training for that fight was no joke. Meiko had Y/n train by having her in a flexed arm hang whilst breaking ply wood boards on her back for. And that was only for conditioning. She didn't want to remember what else she had endured.

She won by a land slide, however. The guy she fought was just some street goon the competition restaurant had hired. They had the both of them wear boxing gloves so that it would be slightly more 'fair' since she was just a girl afterall. Boy were they wrong.

Thinking about the guy she met earlier, Ohma. She couldn't help but wonder more about him and his fighting style. It seemed really unique to see that at an alleyway fight. She pushed the thoughts aside and rubbed her muscled arms to relax.

"Man...I need a cheeseburger and a over-carbinated soda"