Divergence

Cutthroat

He was standing by my window with a sad expression on his face, a cutthroat silence looms between us two.

Seeing his steel and cold expression, I grew to wonder... What could have the world even do to him, to have robbed the light in his eyes?

Takemichi then recounts all the happenings before that moment.

------Several Hours Earlier---------

Mikey woke up once more, the bright sunrays hitting the features of his toned face. Old habits die hard, despite being the commander of the infamous Tokyo Manji Gang. His old habits of sleeping deeply had remained.

A lot of people had always hunted or had attempted to kill him in his sleep, on the light of day and mostly, at the most vulnerable moments of his life. It had been long since his mind had known peace, his wings that had wanted to soar to the skies carrying his dreams, ripped from his back with the blooded hands his back still carries.

The harsh year that took all his dreams apart.

Fall like the orange leaves of autumn.

Dreams and loved ones he couldn't protect.

Then now, at the summer of his 27th year of existence, as if mockeries from the gods above he had peace in his mind.

His dulled taste and the emptied stomach of his, soothed by the sweet warm ginger tea. The storms of his life relieved by a kind mind with sorrowed cerulean eyes.

Was this some kind of ploy?

Mikey then placed the cup of tea at the coffee table, study the place that he was in. Step out, and call some lackeys to know everything about the man who saved him.

The files brought to him within an hour, he flipped through the folder seeing photos and feel all the information at the tips of his fingers.

Hanagaki Takemichi, 26 years old.

A part time worker at a CD rental shop.

He seems to have no affiliation with the detectives, police and such. No past lovers except one.

No reason to enact revenge since, he had lived alone as soon as he had graduate from middle school.

He was bullied by some goons from Tokyo Manji Gang, from the third squad Kiyomasa.

He lived a normal life...

The more he had read through the files, the more it had become nonsensical to him.

It would have made sense if Hanagaki Takemichi, had ulterior motives to even help him. Go as far as treat his wounds, heed his request for no hospitals, and even give him proper meals.

It made no sense at all. Just for what reason had that person been kind to him?

Mikey took the lighter of his subordinate burning the files and stomping it to ashes at the asphalt road. As he then head back to the home of that person.

Getting rid of obstacles... That is the only reason, why he came back.

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Takemichi sighed as he head back to his home, then he saw a promo at the marketplace he often went. Buying two packs of peyang yakisoba and going to the flowershop. Getting a simple bouquet of white flowers.

He walked to the burned streets where Tachibana Hinata and her brother had died, walking pass the police tapelines, walking pass the many bouquets that surrounded him as the scent of burnt wood and a mix of an acrid scent of ash. He prayed for the dead, for them to reach the afterlife safely. Dropping his own bouquet.