BTLG - Bloodlust Tattoo- 2p Japan x Reader

“Ahhhhhhhh”

*Rip! Creak! Smash! Crash!*

“AHHHHHH!” you screeched.

The brutal pain in your arm shot you awake. You felt like there was something trying to come out of your arm.

Looking down to your right arm, you saw blood red swirls trailing up your arm to your neck then to your head.

Your blood felt like it was boiling and the swirl kept growing.

“GAH!” ‘What is this?! Am I in hell?!’

Then suddenly it seemed to stop spreading. Bewildered, you touched it. ‘What the- what in the world was that!?’

As soon as your left hand touched the base of the strange swirl design beginning on your right wrist, the red swirls automatically started turning black. The blackness then kept growing and headed to your face!

You got a sick feeling in the pit of your stomach that this was a malevolent thing. In desperation you tried to push it away from your arm but sadly the swirl ‘tattoo’ was under your skin; making it virtually impossible to get it out of you.

When the black thing finally reached your face, your head was thrown back like a physical force hit you. Pain equivalent like a katana blade sliced through your mind.

You screamed in agony. The pain was tearing your mind apart.

Abruptly as soon as the pain came, it left. Following the agony was the swirl design. The ‘tattoo’ steadily disappeared from your head to your arm and back to your wrist.

With tears leaking from your eyes, you looked and turned your wrist every which way. Strangely, the black design disappeared leaving no trace.

In complete horror, you hugged yourself and slowly stood up. You seemed to be in an abandoned side street; it smelled horrible and trash littered everything. You walked aimlessly to go anywhere; anywhere to leave this god forsaken place that antagonized you.

And that’s when you heard catcalls from behind you.

You were frustrated. You turned around and yelled, “Leave me alone jerks!”

The three men crowded around you. They all stunk of liquor and had grotesque tattoos under their chins. One stood out from the rest with his baggy pants practically dragging to the ground.

He held up his hand making the other two stop. He seemed to be the leader.

“Well well well” he snickered. “Looks like we have a new girl on the block~”

~~~~~~~~~~~~Timeskip of 2p Japan Shirtless Cleaning His Katana (I repeat shirtless!)~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Currently Japan was busy finishing a tattoo design on the arm of a random customer when he heard commotion outside.

After dabbing the tattoo and ordering his customer to not take off the bandage for the next two hours, he went to the front of his shop.

He thought it was the neighbors fighting again but was surprised to see a girl and a group of gross-looking men.

Normally he would have not cared but something- perhaps interest kept him in place.

He saw the girl standing her ground and telling the men to leave her alone. That’s when one of the men said something and grabbed her wrist. In anger, she kicked his shin causing him to let go of her.

Dumfounded the man laughed and stated something along the lines of “Woah feisty! I like~” The man advanced on her and the girl stomped on the ground yelling, “I said Leave. Me. Alone!”

Then something weird happened.

When she stomped her foot on the ground, black tattoos appeared out of nowhere on her right arm all the way up to her forehead. But the tattoos seemed to pain her because she fell to her knees with her face pale and panting. The men saw this and became confused. The two lackeys took a step back while their leader grinned maliciously, “Hey let’s take advantage of her while she is weak!” Shrugging, his lackeys stepped forward with him, too dumb to think for themselves.

This angered Japan. Even though Japan was a 2p, he couldn’t stand the dishonor of taking advantage of a girl who couldn’t defend herself. Stepping out of his shop, he yelled, “Eh!”

The men looked to him. The leader, being the obnoxious man he was, yelled back, “What the f*ck you want?”

Japan didn’t even dignify the idiot with an answer; he just swung his fist to the man’s stomach and then did a swift roundhouse kick to his knee then kneed the man’s face in. The other two men got furious. Just as they were about to advance on Kuro, he flashed his katana. They looked to Japan in horror. Japan took great pleasure in this. Swiftly unsheathing his katana, he cut off the hand of the leader who touched the girl. The man screeched in pain.

Kuro’s bloodlust was threatening to take over. He relished the sight of the blood spewing out from the man’s severed hand. He knew one more strike of his sharp blade would cause more blood to flow- or even better end his life. Japan would have killed the man that instant when he heard her moan.

Taking advantage of this momentary distraction, the lackeys grabbed their leader, shouted obscenities at Japan, and scurried away like the cowards they were.

Kuro considered chasing after them but figured they weren’t worth another moment of his time. Besides he was curious about this girl and her strange tattoos.

But when he looked over to the girl, shock overrid his usual scowl.

The black tattoos started to disappear leaving blank [s/c] skin. She was gasping for air and slowly she sunk to the ground unconscious.

Kneeling down and turning her head around so he could look at her face, he flinched and took his hand back.

‘I-Impossible!’ he thought.

He knew she seemed familiar. Now he understood. This was the girl that he kept drawing inside his tattoo-design notebook for weeks!

Fascinated, he touched her face again. It was strange. A drawing he made now in the flesh. How could that have happened?

Moaning, she moved her head and whispered, “Thank you”

He was taken aback. No one had thanked him before... for anything! He checked to see if she was conscious. Nope. She was still unconscious.

He couldn’t help but want to find out more about her. Especially he wanted to know why he saw her before he saw her. Groaning that he was becoming soft-hearted, he sheathed his katana, grudgingly picked her up, and went to his home.

~~~~~~~~~~~Timeskip of Kuro Marveling How Soft Your Naked Skin Is ((woah what!?))~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

‘Ugh my head…’ You shook your head but with eyes still closed. Strangely you felt warm. Like really warm. It felt as if you were enveloped in heat.

Before you opened your eyes, you remembered the ‘tattoo’ and the ugly men. You stilled. ‘That’s right… I was being ganged up by three horrendous looking men then I stomped on the ground and after… I think I blacked out’ You bit your lip. ‘But I distinctly remember someone- a man – yelling “Eh!”?’

The hairs at the back of your neck began to stand up. You had the petrifying feeling of being watched. You then felt a muscular arm holding your body. Now you understood why you felt so warm… someone was holding you!

Your eyes snapped open. Inch by inch, your craned your neck up only to be met by piercing red ones. Screaming in fright, you jumped away from the person.

The person’s baritone voice bellowed, “What the f*ck!?”

You in the meanwhile effectively bruised your butt on the hard ground, “Ow!” Looking up to the person whose eyes you met, your mouth opened shocked.

Kuro Honda. Otherwise known as the second player of Japan. Jet black hair flashed in the dim daylight. Creamy white skin of his arms were blanketed with tattoos. They were very elaborate designs; designs that only a pro could do. Underneath all the tattoos were rippling muscles. Shaking your head from those other thoughts, you looked back to him. He garnet orbs were watching you intently.

You gulped when he made his way over to you. Shuffling to your feet, you took many steps back. Out of all the 2ps, you knew he was the most lethal. He kept advancing to you until the back of your foot caught on the edge of the rug. “Eek!”

A flash of movement temporarily left you dazed. When you blinked, you saw Japan looming over you and had a tight grip on your right wrist.

“K-Kuro-” you stuttered.

Japan momentarily loosened his grip on you. So you knew him huh? That wasn’t surprising. He was after all a world-renowned tattoo artist. 

His face came close to yours. “So you do know me” He said it more as a statement.

Meekly you closed one of your eyes in fright. ‘I’m so done! I’m going to die! I shouldn’t have said his name!’

He watched your expression until he finally asked, “Who are you?”

“W-What?” You were amazed he didn’t try to kill you yet; but why did he even want to know your name? Didn’t he only care about himself?

“My name is _______” You gulped when his breath caressed your face.

“________” Now he could finally put a name to all his drawings. “We haven’t met before have we?”

‘That’s strange… he speaks as if he saw me before?’ Confused you opened both eyes and looked to his gaze straight on. “No. Why?”

Releasing you he looked away from you and headed to the kitchen. “Nothing”

You rubbed your wrist and found the tiniest of tiny black swirls lying innocently on your wrist. A cold shiver went up your spine as it flashed red and vanished.

Needing to shake off the foreboding feeling you followed Kuro. “So um where are we?”

He looked in the corner of his eyes when he answered you, “My house” He took something from a cutting board.

You flushed fuchsia. “You took me to your h-home?!”

He nodded his head. “Hai” He grabbed a plate and poured food into it.

“That’s strange…don’t you normally care only about yourself? And you don’t like being touched?”

His red eyes flashed to you. You sounded like you already knew him personally.

Sweatdropping you said, “Or so I have heard!” You looked away nervously; you really had to restrain your tongue.

Japan grunted. He wasn’t stupid. He knew you weren’t telling the whole truth. No matter; he will get the information he needed one way or another…even it was taken by savage means. He turned back to what he was doing.

Curious you came closer to him. “What is that?” The food seemed to be raw.

Stepping to side to reserve his personal space, he replied, “Sashimi”

“Sahsheemi?” You tried saying as you slaughtered the word.

Japan cringed. His hand twitched toward his katana. “It’s pronounced Sashimi”

“Sahshimi?” you almost said right.

He set down his plate down rather harshly. He couldn’t take you slaughtering his language. “Sashimi”

“Sssahimi?” Your mouth tried to form the words, but honestly it was hard for you.

“Sashimi” His eye was twitching in annoyance. He thought, ‘Why can’t she f*cking say it right?!’

“SashEEmi?”

“Kuso no josei! I said sashimi!” he grabbed both of your arms and shook you. Slicing you with his kata seemed like a high possibility. His eyes turned a deep scarlet.

Your faces were close once again except your lips were literally millimeters away. “Sashimi” you breathed blushing. You finally said the damn word right.

Japan though he never showed it felt his core temperature rise when he saw your rosy face. Letting go of you for a second time today, he pushed a plate full of sashimi toward you.

“F-For me?”

He rolled his eyes. “Who the f*ck else?” He got his own plate and sat down to the far side of the table. To his dismay, you sat next to him. Inwardly you were squealing you were almost kissed by Kuro.

Dipping the raw fish into the soy sauce you ate happily. He watched you wearily. He promised if you touched him, he was going to take his katana and slice-

“How come you saved me?”

Japan’s thoughts were put on hold from the unexpected question. “Saved you?”

“Yeah. Why did you?” you cocked your head to the side. [E/c] eyes looked up to him with interest.

‘Damn why does she have to look so cute- wait what?! She is goddamn whiny not cute!’ Clearing his throat his deep voice answered, “Because it was honorabre”(honorable) He put fish into his mouth.

“Hmm” you answered. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it but you felt there was more to the story.

Japan figured since you were asking questions, he could ask his own, “Where did you get your tattoos?”

“Huh?” You looked down to your arms frightened. ‘Did they come back!?’ Upon seeing not a single one in sight you looked back to him in pretend puzzlement, “What tattoos?” You stuffed the last of the fish on your plate in your mouth.

Kuro didn’t like being lied to. “The tattoos that disappeared after those men attacked you. Where-how did you get them?”

You swallowed the last of your dinner. “I’m not sure”

Were you seriously lying again? Were you not afraid to die? “Do not rie to me. Do you practice dark magic?” He narrowed his eyes on the last part.

You swallowed and scooted away from him. “No! None of that! I just got them okay! I wish I didn’t have them!”

Searching for a lie, Japan saw none. “Fine” He would have finished the conversation right then but it kept bugging him, “Why are you even here?”

“What do you mean?”

“You are not from around here” he stated, “Why are you here?”

“I…” You clenched your jaw. “I don’t know”

Impatience was chipping his self-restraint. “I wirr repeat this one rast time. Why are you here?” His hand curled into a fist, the other on his kata.

“I really don’t know!” You shook your head. “My memories are coming and going… I don’t know where I even live!”

The grip on his katana slackened. “You don’t know?”  ‘Is this girl suffering from a head injury or something? Well that wouldn’t seem surprising just look at her’ A brief image of one of the drawings he made yesterday flashed through his mind. ‘I think I can work this to my advantage… I need to know why she is haunting my dreams’

With a devious plot hatched into his mind, Japan relinquished his hold on his katana. “You can stay”

Was this a hallucination? It had to be. “Are you serious!?”

He opened his mouth when he heard the doorbell ring and Luciano outside yelling, “Kuro~! I heard there was a new bella in town~! Aren’t you going to share?” The sound of grating metal was heard.

Kuro was more than irritated. To him 2p Italy was almost as annoying as 2p England. He looked to you and contemplated his options. Should he show you to Italy- ‘No’ was his immediate thought. He wanted you all to himself…if you were truly the girl from his drawings, then why did he have to share you at all? Determined to keep Luciano from touching and possibly killing you, he ordered, “_______ if you varue your rife, go to that door in the far reft”

The deadly expression on his face left you to obediently nod. Also, the thought of Luciano seeing you caused quivers to rack up your body.

Heading to the door, you looked to Kuro one last time before you closed it. You noticed he kept watching you until he finally headed to the front door.

Shutting the door, you let out a sigh. Raising your head up, you were awestruck at the room in front of you. It was clean. It also had many tattoo design posters hung on the walls. To your side, there was a whole wall dedicated to at least seven different katanas. ‘So this must be his room’ You were tempted to touch the sharp swords but thought better of it.

Looking to his desk, manga and magazines were scattered all over it. You saw his flag hung on the back of his desk chair ripped in places. ‘I wonder why he specifically told me to go into his room?... Is it possible he wanted to protect me from Italy?’

Stepping to his desk you picked up one volume of a manga. As you looked at the cover it read, ‘Shingeki no Kyojin’. You smirked. ‘Of course he is an otaku’ When you looked under the ‘Attack on Titan’ volume, your cheeks automatically caught fire.

It was hentai. It was currently opened on a page where a girl was bent over a table screaming and the male was- you slammed the book shut. “Okay that is enough of that!” With a heated face, you almost turned around when your eyes caught on a particular picture- you.

“Uh?!” You grabbed the piece of paper. It most definitely looked like you; but how? Surely you had never crossed inter-dimensional borders before?

You held the paper in your hands and thought maybe you could ask him later. After he cooled down from seeing Italy because the look on his face showed he was not happy greeting him.

Silently you listened as Italy was rambling about how he heard there was a pretty bella and asked Kuro if he saw you. Surprisingly Japan lied and said he needed to clean his katana. This unfortunately didn’t deter Luciano from asking who Kuro killed this time. He wanted all the gory details.

Relieved Italy believed Kuro’s lie, you looked to Japan’s bed. It looked really inviting with its clean white bed sheets with red pillows. Sitting down on the covers, you held the drawing close to your heart when you suddenly stood up.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

Setting the drawing of you back on the desk, you silently stepped over to the door to take a peek. As soon as you cracked the door open, Kuro was there.

You screamed.

Kuro smirked amused. “Did I scare you?” He stepped inside.

“What do you think?!” you tried to calm your racing heart down. Then you remembered Italy. “Is he still here?”

Japan looked to you with a blank expression. “No. He finally reft”

“Oh” You both stared at each other. You felt like doing something; anything. ‘I guess it’s now or never…’

You started to lean forward.

“______ if you touch me I will-?!” His arms quickly grabbed your body to keep from touching him but it was too late.

You kissed Kuro’s nose and the miniscule of blushes appeared on his cheeks. In a rush you said, “Thank you Kuri! You are not cold like you portray yourself to be; you are actually kind”

Kuro didn’t know what to think; why were you so grateful to him when he treated you so harshly? Also why did he feel compelled to not slice you into many pieces?

Instead of thinking, he acted on instinct and grabbed the side of your face in his huge hand roughly. He hated being touched; but his hand never reached his katana by his hip. With widened eyes, you looked to him shocked. Kuro was similarly stunned when he saw the faintest outline of your strange tattoos forming where his hand touched you.

Amazed by this revelation, he traced the faint tattoo on your face.

You were too alarmed to move. ‘What is he doing?! This feels romantic- but how he is Japan??’ Watching his neutral expression, you thought you saw his eyes soften.

Your tattoos started to get more vibrant. When his hand stoked all the way down to your jawline, the faint tattoos became a bold black then steadily turned red.

He couldn’t understand but he had an overwhelming sense to keep touching you right now. Aggravated by his own weakness, he took his hand away from your face and curtly replied, “I only did the honorable thing by saving you” and left.

Your cheeks matched the red dot on his nation’s flag. “What just happened?” you whispered. Numbly you touched your face. Little did you know once Kuro’s hand left your face, the tattoos swiftly disappeared.

Too baffled from your recent encounter with Kuro, you sat down on the edge of the bed. You waited for him to come back and kick you out for touching him; he never did. Not wanting to go find him and causing him more frustration, you lied down.

Today’s events both confused and exhausted you; though the feeling that squashed out the other two was outright glee.

The heat of his hand still remained on the side of your face. You grabbed a red pillow and squealed as loud as you could into it. “Kuro touched me! And with his own free will! I also got to kiss him! Woo!”

Thinking you heard a footstep outside the door; you quieted down and hid under the covers. Snickering, you looked to the door. Upon seeing no one, you looked up to the ceiling grinning excitedly.

‘This turned out to be so much better than I thought it would be! I finally met my infatuation! Thanks wish-granting mirror!’

But as you lay there, you remembered that you were slowly forgetting your old life and the people you knew, and more importantly, you were forgetting your parents you left behind in your dimension.

Now all that clouded your mind was “Why am I forgetting them?...”

“…And how do I get back home?”