Tokyo Revengers || Craving I

༒ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 9༒

Stepping carefully on the gas you pushed your car forward, threatening even more that you would just drive without taking an ounce of consideration towards the people in front of you. "Bad Idea, Angel. Bad bad Idea", you heard Sanzu laugh, lazily walking beside the car, following it.

For a brief second your eyes shifted towards Kakucho, making eye contact with him. A sudden wave of guilt hitting you as his face showed pure distaste and disappointment from your actions. You tried to ignore it but ultimately couldn't. Kakucho had been too nice to you all this time.

Disappointed in yourself for giving in like this, you groaned out, "ah, fuck", before reluctantly halting your car in front of a subordinate.

Turning the engine off once more, you hit your forehead against the steering wheel.

"Is that the girl you were talking about?", "yes, mikey..", Kakucho replied to his boss, Mikey, who sat on a tree trunk, eating something as per usual. Mikey just nodded his head, having read through your report.

You definitely had caught his attention, the manslaughter in your police report, peeking his interest. Wondering what you were capable off and if you could be useful to him and Bonten. Kakucho took Mikeys nod as a cue to step forward and towards your car. Walking to the passenger site of your car before he knocked on your car window.

Turning your head, with your forehead still resting against the steering wheel, you frowned.

Lifting your head, you pointed with your thumb behind you, "I'll open the door, only! If the fucker behind me isn't gonna jump me and stays at least 5 feet away from the door!" Kakucho was contemplating whether he should listen to your request or not. He was done playing nice with you after all, though he decided to compline for now as he figured, you definitely wouldn't open the door for him if Sanzu was around.

"Sanzu, move away from the car", Kakucho shortly ordered. Though Sanzu wasn't having it, "Oh, why? So you can talk alone to her? So she can crawl up your ass again?", he snarkily replied. Kakucho tried to remain calm, almost wanting to throw a punch at him, "Move!", "alright alright", Sanzu said, lifting his hands up in a surrender type of way, before moving away from the car.

Taking a glance at the pink haired male, you swiftly unlocked the car door. Giving Kakucho enough time to open the door. He lifted up your cat, settling down on the passenger seat beside you before closing the door. Your cat now settled in his lap.

You locked the door once more, afraid that the others would get a funny idea and barge the car door open. Pulling you out of the car, GTA style. You watched him stroke the fur of your cat, bub before you let out whiningly, "you make me loose my shit so much.." His attention drifted from your cat towards you, his brows furrowed.

"What-", "Can you stop being so fucking nice for once?", you asked, turning to him with a slightly pissed off expression. "If you're being so nice to me, I have to automatically be nice to you too!", you whined once more, throwing your head back before planting your forehead against the steering wheel once more. A thud sound echoing through the car.

You always lived by the principles, if someone is nice to you, you're gonna be nice to them back. Simple and efficient. If someone was being an asshole to you, you're gonna be an asshole back to them. Simple simple.

Kakucho looked at you for a brief second with a furrow of his brows, "You're fucking weird", making you scoff, "you only noticed now?" Turning to him and looking at him with a deadpan expression.

He shook his head, "You know... in situations like this, people usually start crying, begging for their lives to be spared", he said in a matter of fact. And he was right. Though that was something for 'normal' people. Normal people that haven't faced death once. You on the other hand, had found herself more than often, dancing with death on the threads of her own life. Never sparing a second glance back at him when you found a way to escape his tight grip on your hands.