A Feeling From Deep Within (Ryuji Sakamoto x Reader)

XXXVI. I Confess...

"Kuro has been acting strange lately and it's 'cause of the Phantom Thieves, damn it," Yamato stated impatiently.

"So, give us the fucking antidote already so we can get back to our business."

"Antidote? Are you guys high on crack or some shit!? The fuck are you talking about!?"

Ichiro started pacing, nervously. "The hell are we gonna do now, Yama?"

"We tried playing nice but he doesn't wanna help us. There's only one thing we can do," Yamato responded. He then nodded towards Ichiro.

Ichiro stopped and smirked before finally bringing a switchblade out. "If you're not going to talk, then we're just gonna have to make you."

Ichiro stalked towards me menacingly but no switchblade scared me. I was a Dark Angel and I wasn't going down without a fight.

I lunged towards Ichiro and clocked him in the nose, feeling the cartilage break under my fist.

"Fuck!" Ichiro yelled as he put a hand up to his nose. Blood dripped over his Cupid's bow and onto his lips.

Next, I lunged towards Yamato, who grabbed my fist in anticipation. I brought my head forward and collided it against his forehead causing him to grunt and topple back.

I heard Ichiro scream behind me as he ran towards me with the switchblade. He caught me on my arm, tearing my T-shirt cleanly. I gasped in pain as I felt blood beginning to drip down my arm but now was not the time to worry about that.

Ichiro swung his switchblade at me again and I managed to dodge it with a swift duck, causing him to almost strike Yamato in the chest.

"Watch it, you prick!"

"Sorry!"

While they were distracted, I quickly punched Yamato in the face, causing him to fall back.

Just as I turned around, Ichiro tackled me onto the ground. I hit my head hard against the gravel but that didn't stop me from fighting back. I wasn't going to let a lanky piece of shit overpower me. Not today.

Ichiro tried grabbing ahold of my hands but failed to cover his most prized possession. I kneed his groin quickly, causing him to yelp loudly.

As his hands shot to his crotch, I got on top of him and landed a few good punches on his face before Yamato kneed me on the side of my head, causing me to topple over.

Everything after that happened rather quickly. He brought out a small knife of his own and stabbed me once in the abdomen. I cried out as I felt a sharp pain shoot up my abdomen. Warmth blanketed me as my blood seeped out and stained my shirt.

Yamato then began punching me in the face over and over again. I blacked out a few times.

"Kill him!" I faintly heard Ichiro yell.

Yamato got up quickly. "No, let's get outta here."

"But, what about Tit!?"

I brought a hand to my stab wound and coughed.

"Come on, Ich. He's learned his lesson for now but we ain't through with him yet."

My vision blurred and I started seeing dark spots. I was losing blood fast and beginning to pass out. Everything seemed disconnected as I tried to hold on to consciousness.

"What... niece... problem too," Ichiro brokenly said, or at least that's how I heard it.

"Deal... later," Yamato responded.