Sweet and Scars
Hanma X f! reader/character
WARNING : Domestic Violence, Scars, Blood, bullying, insecurities,Murder, death, Harshwords
What a boring day
A Tall, gloomy figures wandering around the streets of Ikebukuro. Fist bruised from beating God Knows how many people. Plain white T-shirt not so white anymore, ruined by scratch and blood splatter. Smoke comes out from cigarettes that hang on the mouth.
It's the Infamous Reaper. Hanma Shuji. Known for his No Mercy attitude and Bored, drowsy eyes. And just like a regular day, he feels bored.
“Has humanity forgotten what is Fun?” He hums. Sit on a bench nearby, wherever his eyesight can see.
Puffing his cigarettes, staring at the horizon that was filled with light pollution. Damn, even the sky doesn't excite him anymore.
In the middle of zoning out, he heard a tiny sob. He's a little bit shocked when realize there's a Girl sitting beside him.
Dirty uniform. She's probably the same age as him Some bruises and cuts on her face and her hand Swollen, blue lips
This girl must be beaten down.
“You okay little one?” It's not like Him. Hanma is never interested in someone else's problem.
She nods “I'm fine”. She's not. She is still crying in silence. Wiping her tears with a soiled Uniform.
“Where are you from? You're not from around here aren't ya?” Hanma asked. Again, not sure if it's really him.
“I'm from here... Just... Rarely going around” she answers. Softly.
“Ya got beaten up or something?”
“I'm just ugly...”
Ugly Hanma memories flashes. Remember how he's also get avoided because apparently he's ugly
“Lemme see” Hanma carefully grabs the Girl's face. Examining the bruised face.
“Ya got pretty eyes...”
“What?”
“It's a shame someone do this to ya”
The girl gently dodge Hanma's hand. Well, weakly.
“I'm fine”
Hanma sighs. Grab her face once again “Who did this to ya?”
“It's okay. They'll stop eventually...” She said with teary eyes “...right?”
Hanma felt his heart broken into a million pieces. He feels like he just looked at him back when he's not The Reaper of Ikebukuro. The time when he can't stand up for himself.
“Hey... Hey... It's okay...” His voice grew soft. Trying to comfort the girl. “Ya can talk to me if ya want...”
“No... It's okay... I'm fine” she wipes her tears. “I think I'm gonna head home”
“I can take you there. It's almost 10PM it's dangerous around here”
“It's okay, my house isn't so far from here” the girl wiped her face for the last time before packing up her belongings. Walk away from Hanma.
“Wait” Hanma grabs her hand “May i perhaps know your name?”
“y/n”
“Well, y/n, nice to meet ya”
She nods and walks away. Leaving Hanma alone. Staring at her back that slowly faded away through the night.
Hanma sighs. Can't believe he feels something people call sympathy. It disgusted him.
“Ew. That's nasty shit”
Hanma leans on the Gates. He's at some school with the same uniform as the girl he met last night. Puffing his cigarettes lazily.
“Hey! Who are you? Are you a student here?” One of the teacher approaching Hanma
“No”
“Then why are you here? Not to mention you're smoking too”
“Not telling and none of ya business”
“I'm going to call the cops,” the teacher threatened. Hanma laughs. Amused by the attempt.
“Go ahead. Call the SWAT team if ya want. But first, i will go inside and meet someone”
“You have friends here?”
“Nah. More like an acquaintance” Hanma puffs the smoke at the teacher's face. Makes him cough.
Then he saw it. Y/N. Surrounded by bunch of “ pretty “ girls and boys. They must be the one who bullied her.
“Hey, quick question. Does ya know ya school have delinquents? I mean it's a prestigious school i assume”
“How dare you accused the students here are delinquents”
“Wanna bet?” Hanma smirks. Glancing at the group who walked past him and the teacher.
“Sure. It's just a stupid Bet”
“Good. Ya have ya money ready then” Hanma throws his cigarettes and follows the group, who then lead him to some dark alley.
And she was there, sitting on the ground while get beaten up by the group
Hanma felt anger lingering in his chest. His hands turned into a hard fist, showing his veins despite being covered by the infamous tattoos. He's enraged.
“The fuck”
The group looked at him. Confused at first, but then laughed in mockery. “Oh look ugly, your prince Charming came to see you” one of the boys stood up. Walks to Hanma who is still holding his anger.
“What's the matter big boy? Wanna join us perhaps?”
“How about you join me in Hell?” And he throws a punch at the boy's nose. So hard that cracking sound can be heard.
“AHHHH!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE YOU BASTARD!” he screams. Holding his bloody broken nose. He tried to fight back. But Alas, Hanma is in the mood for beating up people. He shows no mercy.
All the Boys running towards Him. Shower him with an angry punch. But they should know better. Hanma didn't just get the title Reaper of Ikebukuro by luck. He actually wasn't afraid to “ Reap ” a soul or two.
The girls stand in silence. Watching their friends pass out on the ground. Hanma look at them “i don't care if ya want to preach about feminist or something. I believe in gender equality. Ya seems strong, considering how bloody her Face was”
“Get out of here you hobo!” One of the girls yelled “we could call the cops!”
“Do it, so we all can gather in jail before i beat ya ass up to hell”
The girls got provoked, they started hitting Hanma with whatever hard things they found. But Hanma didn't dodge, he beat them until they no longer looked beautiful. He doesn't care.
All the people in the group lay on the ground. Bloody, injured, covered in bruises. Hanma looks at y/n, who is also bloody and bruised.
“Hm.. ya stinks... That's new. Are these dimwits throwing you in a dumpster or something?”
She nods. Hanma slowly caresses her hair. Try to calm her down.
“Look, ya gotta learn how to stand up for y'self ya know? I can't help ya every time, or other people...”
“I'm... I'm... I'm scared... I'm just an ugly, lowly person”
“Still, it doesn't make ya deserve to be treated like this”
Hanma looks at his phone. Shit, i have a meeting with this Osanai person. “I gotta go... Better clean ya self. Kay?”
“Wait!” The girl pulled his shit weakly. “Will I ever meet you again?”
Hanma shrugs “maybe”
He then just walks away. Leaving the girl behind surrounded by dying people he just beat the shit out of them.
The infamous Reaper are now reach age 28
Nothing special, at least what Hanma thought. He just earned the right to Kill people without having to worry about being thrown into a Jail. But that's it.
Hanma is now a Number One Assassin in the biggest, most merciless criminal group in Japan. The Tokyo Manji. He works alongside his Boss, Kisaki Tetta.
Hanma swears he never wants to work under someone. But Kisaki is an exception. This man excites him. His dull life is suddenly colorful. Well, mostly Red because he's now obsessed with torturing and killing people.
All the Toman members have two or three sinful things they like to do. Gambling, Drugs, Prostitution. Hanma? He only likes to hurt people. And he likes Every single minute of it.
Hanma, who easily gets bored, now willingly follows his boss to a meeting. Doing whatever the younger man wants, Hanma will quickly do it. A very useful henchman.
“Hey, have you picked up the Bonsai I ask? Been dying waiting that stupid bonsai for almost a week” Kisaki scoffs. Sipping his whiskey on the rocks. Hanma silently tidies up his boss's office.
“Been calling the shop several times. He doesn't answer”
“That ugly bastard” Kisaki cursed. “Hey Hanma. Just go pick up that Bonsai right now. Take that briefcase. I don't want that beauty get stolen by lowly peasant”
“Yes sir” Hanma bowed before picking up the briefcase and his Car key. Walks away from the office.
The store wasn't that far. And it handles delivery too. But the owner seems to not understand who his buyer really is.
“Hello, welcome to the shop. How can I help you” a soft, caring voice greeted Hanma as soon as he stepped in the shop.
Hanma almost dropped his briefcase. The eyes, he knew that soft eyes. The eyes he met a long long time ago.
“Y/n?”
The lady seems confused. Giggle a bit “how did you know my name Sir?”
“I... It's me! Hanma Shuji! Don't you remember?”
The lady seems way more confused. “Hmm... I'm so sorry Sir. I don't remember much of my past. Do we know each other?”
“Yes! Yes we met before. You really don't remember it?”
She shake her head “I'm really sorry sir”
“Y/n” a deep voice call “who's that”
The lady looks scared. Her face turned white. Now Hanma is the one who is confused. His old friend seems scared.
“Um... It's... It's a customer Honey”
“Customer? At this time?” A middle aged man stood up. His breath stench. Like an old whiskey. Hanma tried to remain calm even though he really wanted to throw up.
What a lowly peasant
“What do you want?” He asked. Rudely. Seems like he just doesn't want a customer today.
“My boss, Kisaki Tetta, asked for his bonsai tree. I'm here to bring the package”
The man shrugged before walking away to the back of the shop. Fetching something. Must be the tree.
“I'm so sorry. My... Husband is not in the mood today” y/n bows. Apologizing for her husband's attitude.
“You seriously marry that bastard?”
“I... I have no choice”
“You have a choice y/n... You have”
“No... It's okay. I'm fine”
Hanma can't believe what he saw and heard. After all these years, she still pretends that it's okay to feel low. It's okay to get beaten up. Hanma's heart almost stopped looking at some bruises on her cheek that's covered by minimum make up.
“Are you really okay y/n?” Hanma asked worriedly. “Is there anything I can help you with?”
She smiles “sir, thank you so much. But I'm fine. We probably had something in the past. But I can't remember what it is... I'm fine really”
Before Hanma could reply, the owner brought the Tree to him. “Here, take your stupid tree”
Hanma sighs. Left the briefcase full of cash on the table “keep the change” he cuss silently “damnit”
Hanma looks at y/n for a second. Make sure she's okay when he leaves the shop.
Hanma put the Tree on the designated place Kisaki had prepared. Watching it closely.
“What's so Special about this bonsai anyway, it's just a tree”
“This tree is one of the rare kinds. Needs constant care” Kisaki smiles. Admire his newest possession. “Much like the lady you like”
“What lady?” Hanma is confused.
“Do I look like a dumbass? I know you had a crush on the shop owner's wife ... What's her name? Y/n isn't it?”
“Wait, how do you know about her?”
Kisaki sat on his fancy chair. Fixing his night robe. “bee. Eyeing on that beauty for a while. That shop has potential. Sadly the owner was a loser” he sips his whiskey “and that poor wife is nothing but an object to him”
“Boss... I am genuinely Don't understand what are you talking about” Hanma said
“Top shelf, the black folder” Kisaki points at the document shelf. Hanma quickly finds the file his boss said to him. “It contains every single information about that shop. It's a good shop for hiding money. Or better, laundering it”
“Wow... This file is rather shocking” Hanma sat down on the couch. Reading the files and documents silently “hey boss, is it possible that you forget about your past due to trauma?”
“Scientifically, yes. Why do you ask me that?”
“Y/n... When she's in the middle school, she was bullied for a while”
“Wow... You know this girl more than I think. Old girlfriend?”
“Acquaintance”
“Hanma, we've been working for a very long time. You never Had a good relationship with just acquaintances. Not to mention she's a girl”
“I don't know... She just... Different...”
“Different as in… romantically?” Kisaki teases his henchman. Who is actually blushing.
“I… I gotta go. Test new punching bag in the gym”
“Kay. Tomorrow we have a big meeting. Don't be late”
“Yes Sir”
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From Grimm Reaper, to Stalker Reaper
Hanma spent his free time watching y/n. She seems fine. Most of the time. But Hanma also watches her get punched by her husband several times. And Hanma can't do anything.
“Do not interfere. Whatever happen” Kisaki warned him.
Each and everyday, Hanma wishes Y/N would stand up for herself. Beat the shit out of her husband. And walk away. But she didn't.
Each day, Hanma disguises himself as other people. Just to make sure she's fine. Or perhaps what Kisaki said was true? She's more than just an acquaintance? He's not sure.
“Hey, can I have a bouquet of roses?” Hanma asks the lady, who still doesn't realize it's Hanma in disguise.
“Absolutely sir. But be careful, these days their thorns getting sharper than before”
“Are the soil really good these days?”
“Maybe”
Hanma watches closely at how fast she arranges the flowers. Despite her hand looks bruised and wounded. She's really handy.
“Ma'am, what's up with your hand?” Hanma ask
“Oh… just Thorns… i cut easily”
“Ah.. i see”
Hanma quickly leaves as soon as he gets his flowers. Watching her from a distance as she started sobbing and holding her wounded Hands. Poor thing.
Does she really not remember me?
Hanma almost got bored. Watching the shop from the morning till sundown. Nothing unusual. Just a drunkard husband beat up his wife.
Hanma was about to leave when suddenly he heard screaming. He immediately ran to the store. Banging at the door. It's dark inside.
Hanma quickly breaks one of the windows. Pulling out his little flashlight. “Y/n? Y/n are you there? Talk to me”. As he keeps walking, he feels like he just stepped on a puddle.
Except it's not a regular puddle
It's a pool of Blood. The floor just like when he just finished one of his missions. He's panicking. Y/n, where are you
As he walked even further, he found a body. Just lying on the floor with stab wounds all over the chest. He sighs in relief as soon as he identifies the body. It's a male.
He then heard a sob. It's y/n. Crying while holding what Hanma thought were garden scissors. He quickly run to her
“Y/n, are you okay? Talk to me”
“I did it, Hanma… I didn't give up. I Stand up for myself…” she cried. Hugging Hanma with her bloody Hands
“You… remember me?”
“I'm sorry… it took me forever to remember…. I'm sorry”
“Hey hey it's okay. You stand up for yourself. I'm proud of you. Now that jerkwad would never hurt you anymore”
“Am i free Hanma?” She cries
“Yes… yes you are” Hanma wipes her tears. Help her to stand up “let's go, I'll call my men to clean this up. I need to get you to somewhere safe”
But as soon as she stands, she immediately falls. Which makes Hanma even more panicking. He then realized she had stab wounds on her belly.
“He did this to you?”
“Hanma…”
“No no no I should get here sooner… it's okay i will get you to safety okay…” his voice trembling. For the first time in his life, he feels scared of losing someone “... Just… stay with me okay… Don't close your eyes… please…” he started sobbing.
“Hanma…”
“Y/n please… stay with me… you'll finally be free y/n… you'll have a life that you always wanted okay??”
“Hanma…” she reaches Hanma's cheek. Caressing it weakly “I'm free now… I Stand up for myself… it's all i ever wanted…”
“No no you can't go. You can't leave like this… you can't leave me like this…” Hanma sobs harder
“Thank you Hanma… I'm sorry it took me so long…”
And she closes her eyes
Hanma screams in pain. Hugging the body who slowly turning Cold. He's crying so hard didn't notice his Men coming to the store.
For the first time in forever, The Grim Reaper hate to reap a soul
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“You okay?” Kisaki ask
Hanma glares coldly. Before continuing cleaning his weapons. He's been busy playing with knives and stuff since y/n death.
“You can't be sad forever. We have a Job to do”
“I should've come sooner”
“What?”
“Kisaki…. I should've been able to save her… instead watching her dies”
Kisaki sighs. Hands Hanma a glass of bourbon. “What's the Grim Reaper job?”
“To reap the soul of the dead?”
“Then you know better. Maybe Gods sent you there not to save her. You're the Reaper. You're there to send her to the afterlife”
Hanma chugs his bourbon “I suppose you right…”
“She'll comeback. In another life, who knows maybe you guys can meet again?”
“What if in the next life, I'm still a reaper?”
“I bet she's still happy about it” Kisaki pats Hanma's shoulder “one thing for sure, she knows you will be there”
“Yeah… “
Kisaki then leaves Hanma, letting the Reaper mourn for a bit before he can start to reap another soul and put them in the right place.