sinners and saints

nicknames and a princess tea party.

"crack baby, you don't know what you want."

"what are your guys' names?" in your opinion, you should ask that before sticking your face in someone else's. "h-hanagaki takemichi.!" his stutter made you cringe, but he was kinda beat up, so you'd let it slide. you had finally finished bandaging his arms, so now you were just kinda sitting awkwadly. "l/n f/n." you wanted to say something else, but there wasn't really anything else to say. "i see... takemitchy and n/n!" you weren't really sure where the nickname came from, but you didn't care enough to try and change it.

"..what?" takemichi, on the other hand, juet seemed confused. "ts' what mikey said, so it's true. right, takemitchy?" dragon-boy seemed to like the nickname too. before your cousin could make any more complaints, 'mikey', as braid-dude called him, grabbed both of your faces, forcing you to look at him. his eyes flickered between the two of you, it took a lot of willpower not to hit him. "are you two really middle schoolers?" you could tell he wasn't some bad dude, your intuition was genuinely pretty good.

it didn't change the fact that you were uncomfortable with your face being grabbed like this. "yeah. i'm a third year, he'a a second year." maybe if you answered quickly, he'd let you go. which, thankfully, he did. "great! then from today forth, you guys are my bitches! o-kayyy?" he didn't mean it as an insult, you could tell by his tone of voice. but the thought of someone referring to you as "their bitch" made you angry. no, not just angry, uncomfortable.

you could remember the creepy old men who would yell at you, inviting you to go back to their place. not just in your adult timeline - or whatever you want to call it - but as a teenager too. they'd call you things like that. inviting you to be 'their little bitch' or 'their little slut'. you weren't a bitchy slut or whatever, you were fifteen. you lifted your arm in an attempt to push the blonde's hand away from your face, but it wasn't there. no, nothing was.

he wasn't even in front of you anymore, he was in front of kiyomizu now. you weren't sure how long they had been conversing, or how long you had been spaced out. it was strange, you could swear there were still fingers pressing into your cheeks and jaw, maybe you were going crazy. there was no time to question it now, your thoughts were once again cut short, this time by kiyomizu's face being slammed to the floor my mikey's foot. then, he was roughly lifted back up. "just who the fuck are you?" it was almost nice, seeing the cocky douche getting his face beat in.

it was quite a sight to behold, kiyomasa lyingnl on the floor passed out, while a much smaller boy stood on his head with one foot. "now then! let's go home, kenchin!" once again, the crowd was lectured. "underground fights like this are stupid. don't go doing shit to give toman a bad reputation."

toman. toman, you were positive you recognized that. "takemitchy! n/n! see ya later!" his voice was cheery as mikey and the taller boy walked away. tokyo manji, that's what toman was. you were quite impressed with your memory. as takemichi's friends ran into view, they had been celebrating. you took this as an invitation to leave, not bothering to say anything.

it'd be safe to say you had some more research to do
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school wasn't your thing. you didn't mind the work, not at all, it was the amount of time it wasted that bothered you. so, with a little bribery (and blackmail), you were able to convince the principal to just let you pick up your work from school and leave. turn it in the next day, and bam, everything worked out in your favor. although, it was a lot harder to do geometry when children were loading stickers on everypart of your body.

butterfly stickers, to be more specific.

"thewe! you awe all weady fow ouw pwincess tea pawty!" ah, deliah. when you first met her you kept accidentally calling her delilah, but you got it right eventually. she had to be seven now, you remembered her speech impediment. god, when did you lose contact with all these kids? apparently adult you made some pretty bad decisions. you couldn't never say no to deliah, she didn't have a very long life expectancy. she was diagnosed with cancer two years ago, in all honesty you were always afraid she wouldn't be alive too much longer.

so here you were, in a chair made for toddlers, wearing a paper crown she had worked oh-so-hard on. the butterfly stickers covering your body really added to the whole look. the seven year old always refused to let anyone else join your tea parties, perhaps she wasn't fond of sharing. "hey! f/n! are you in here?" you recognized your cousins voice once again, slightly curious as to what the hell happened this time. in he walked, accompanied by mikey and dragon-man. well, draken actually, according to your research.

you did a lot of research. what can you say? you knew a guy, after all.

"can you- uh-" takemichi paused when he saw your rather childish state. "i happen to be in the middle of a very important tea party here, thanks." deliah nodded, still pretending to pour tea in your cup. "well you'll have to cut it short. mikey insisted you-" before draken could finish his demand, mikey was across from you at the table. "extra sugar please!" he was holding up a plastic teacup, an excited smile on his face. the child next to you pouted, placing her hands on her hips. "this is a pwincess tea pawty!"

she was a very strict little girl. "i could be a princess if i wanted to!" mikey seemed very offended. draken and takemichi just stared, draken didn't seem very surprised, either. "oh yeah?? then whewe's youw pwincess dwess! ow cwown! ow fwying pan!" it was definitely a good idea to make the kids watch tangled. mikey looked at you confused, maybe he hadn't seen it. "what? a princess has gotta protect herself, y'know." shrugging, you took a pretend sip of your pretend tea.

"ahem, sorry to break up your little tea party, but we should really get going." draken interrupted, grabbing mikey by the back of his shirt. "c'mon, n/n, you too." your eyes flickered to deliah, who looked upset. leaning over, you whispered in her ear. "psst, hey, we're going to get you a special present to make your princess tea parties extra special! promise, we'll have an extra royal tea party tomorrow okay?" her eyes widened as a smile grew on her face. "extwa special?? yeah! go, go!" she rushed you, taking the crown off your head and motioning for you to leave. chuckling, you motioned to the three boys in front of you.

they definitely were not getting invited to your next tea party.