After meeting with Osanai the former leader of Moebius, Chifuyu and Takemichi had found some leads on Kisaki. However, so many of their questions were unanswered and they were not able to see the big picture. Connecting everything still seemed impossible. Chifuyu had an idea on a potential lead, "There's someone I think you would benefit meeting Takemitchy. Maybe the answer to all of this is Kazutora."
"Oh no, I already met Kazutora. He's insane, no way will he talk to us!" Takemichi was desperate to avoid that conversation, face pale. "Not him, dumbass. Come on." Chifuyu took out his flip phone to make a call.That's how Y/n ended up sliding into the booth of an ice cream parlor near Chifuyu and Baji's apartment complex. She first noticed that the First Division's vice-captain was covered in bandages. Her stomach dropped imagining what kind of force was required to leave that much damage on a person. The rooftop door. She then turned her attention to the nervous looking blonde boy sitting next to her friend. "Where's Baji?" The concern evident in her tone. Before Chifuyu could answer, one of the store's workers dropped off a large ice cream sundae in front of them all. It had three different ice creams, all the flavors Y/n, Baji, and Kazutora used to order when they were younger. Chifuyu did that on purpose, she shot the boy a dirty look, knowing he had ordered it before she had arrived. He could only sigh heavily, placing both hands interlocked on the table. "He's with Valhalla now." Everything is just so fucked. Can't be surprised.
Y/n took a large scoop of ice cream with her spoon, a bit of each flavor, popped it into her mouth, and pointed her spoon at Chifuyu. "Tora do that to you?" She motioned the spoon up and down to indicate all of his injuries. "Actually.." he hesitated a little, "it was Baji." That made Y/n choke on her food. Baji?! Did that?! To CHIFUYU?!"So Tora's done it again." The tone of her voice held exhaustion. She couldn't fight the prickling sting of liquid filling her tear ducts. "Done what?" The boy next to Chifuyu spoke up, soft and polite but Y/n snapped. "Who the fuck are you?"
"Y/n!" Chifuyu was taken aback by her sudden outburst, and the boy next to him could only stammer. "I, uh, I'm Hanagaki Takemichi and I'm a friend. I'm,"
"He's the guy.." Y/n finished Chifuyu's sentence, "the guy that saved Draken." She let her head fall, forehead slapping the table top causing people in other tables to look over. Chifuyu moved a couple stray pieces of her hair that were threatening to land in the sundae. She sat up straight, pulling herself back together, "I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry. That's not like me at all." This new friend gave her a soft smile and spoke gently again, "What did you mean by 'done it again'? She looked to her more familiar friend who nodded for her to continue. "Kazutora's done it again. He's dragged Baji into another shitty decision. He's added the weight of another mistake onto Keisuke's shoulders." All of the events that had unfolded after Baji and Kazutora were arrested flooded her mind. Every time she saw Baji fake a smile. Every time she wished Kazutora was by her side. Every time Mikey pulled up on his late brother's bike. She began to silently sob and looked at Takemichi with intensity as she powered through her raging emotions."I've been chasing Tora around like a lost puppy since we were kids. Even when he was an ass to me, which was like all the time, I just wanted to be his friend. He had it all. He had me, and Baji, and Toman. He finally opened up his heart just enough to squeeze us all in there and now..." she was getting choked up again.
Chifuyu had promised him some answers, but now Takemichi only had more questions. His nervousness back, he looked away from her crying form to the ice cream to Chifuyu, who looked angry at the fact that she was so upset, back to Y/n again. "Um, Y/n," she sniffled, looking back to the boy that was speaking, and wiped her face with a tissue Chifuyu handed her. "Are you and Kazutora dating?"
That was a loaded question and she wasn't entirely sure how to answer. "Yes." she shook her head side to side as if to remove the answer, "No. I mean I was, I guess. He asked me to be his girlfriend when we were younger. He was my first boyfriend, my first kiss. But then he got locked up and now, now he doesn't want anything to do with the life he used to have. He doesn't want anything to do with me and," Y/n was officially over the blubbering baby mess she had turned into, the bite was back in her attitude "Good fucking riddance. His heart is gone. He said if I don't leave him be, he'll kill me." This made Chifuyu 'tsk', grinding his jaw. His distaste for Kazutora more than apparent. She looked softly towards her friend but got serious when facing Takemichi again. "I never believed that Tora could really purposely hurt someone. I never saw him as a murderer." She threw her head back to look at the ceiling, concentrating on breathing. She lowered her head and continued, "But now? Now, I truly believe if given the chance he really will kill Mikey." The statement gave Takemichi chills and she ended her rant on a phrase he was going to become very much accustomed to. "Takemichi, you need to protect Mikey."
They finished their trip to the ice cream parlor early, after only lightly grazing on the sundae. Neither boys broke the news to Y/n that the fight between Toman and Valhalla was happening the next day. "So tomorrows the big day." Takemichi said aloud as he and Chifuyu walked down the street. "I need you to come with me somewhere first Takemitchy." Chifuyu looked more determined now than he had after their talk with Osanai. The conversation with Y/n had clearly motivated him. "Huh, where to?" And Takemichi followed Chifuyu to an isolated bridge where Baji Keisuke waited.
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