𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀 #tokyo rev. [✓]

30

꒰ .ೃ࿐ ꒱ nothing's changed !
hanagaki takemichi, age 26

Takemichi blinked, confused. His manager, Hasegawa, was standing in front of him, a stack of DVDs in her hands.

"I'm at... work?" He muttered. He quickly fished out his phone, checking the year.

"Hanagaki Takemichi, are you slacking off again?" Hasegawa asked, unamused.

"Ah! Sorry!" He exclaimed. Silently, he crouched down and began to put the DVD cases back on the shelves. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find any news of Hinata's death. Due to the circumstances, that was good. It meant she had yet to die. "Ack! Dammit!" The DVDs suddenly slipped from his grasp, cluttering to the ground.

As Takemichi went to pick them up, his eyes widened. There was a scar on his left hand, most likely from the time Kiyomasa stabbed him.

Quickly scrambling up, Takemichi dashed out of the store, yelling at his boss that he was taking the day off. He ran through the streets and hastily checked his contacts, panicking when Naoto's name was nowhere to be seen.

"Why isn't his number in my contacts?! Dammit, what the hell is going on?!" He exclaimed. A schedule alert suddenly popped up, confusing him.

"Beauty salon?" He muttered. He followed the directions until he ended up in front of a hairstylist.

"Make sure to lock up when you're done cleaning, Sendou."

"Yes sir!"

Tears welled up in Takemichi's eyes as he set his gaze on his maroon-haired friend.

"AKKUN!" He exclaimed, relieved.

"Yo." Akkun smiled, sweatdropping, "What's your problem, Takemichi? Don't yell like that. Come in, already." Takemichi slowly entered the salon, sitting down. He watched as Akkun grabbed a vacuum and began to clean the floor. "Just sit tight 'till I'm done." Said the male.

"Akkun... Did you become a... hairstylist." Takemichi questioned.

"Huh? I'm still training. I told you, I'm just an assistant. My boss has me stuck doing menial labor every single day!" Akkun said as he wiped the surface of a table, "I called you here today because next month, I'll finally be allowed to cut people's hair. And, I wanted a haircut model. So, you'll be my first customer! You know, as we promised?"

Takemichi rested his elbows on his knees, grinning as happy tears threatened to fall. He had succeeded, he had actually succeeded.