ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴡʟ | Tokyo Revengers

卍 II: Clean

Kiyomasa, a member of the third division, which was known for having strong men, was using Toman's reputation to gather more people at the clandestine fights and gain money. Aside of being smearing the name of the gang, he was using slaves for the bets.

Not under y/n's watch bullies were going to get away with it, so she was kind of excited to see how the president and the vice-president of the said gang were going to handle the situation.

They followed her to the park where she heard they gather and from afar were looking at the situation. Tens of teenagers were screaming at the current fight, the gorilla-like, Kiyomasa versus a blonde one.

The last one was being defeated but denied to surrender, he was determined to keep fighting even if he wasn't throwing any punch. A few were screaming at him to stop. Was he crying? Laughing? Angry? Insane? Does he have a death wish?

The girl was a bit tired of the walk and decided to place her arm over Mikey's shoulder to let tilt her weight. "I'm interested in that guy." He said with his mouth stuffed with the snack he brought and rubbed his chin in thought.

"He must be an idiot to be fighting Kiyomasa." Draken approached his friends and did the same as her but his arm was over her head. He was also curious about the beaten guy, looking at how he kept asking for the bigger to continue.

"You're uncomfortably heavy."

"Well, you're comfortably short." He answered looking down at her who squinted her eyes and made a cute pout, making his heart skip a beat.

"BRING MY BAT!" Kiyomasa demanded with a yell, everyone in his surrounding cheered to kill the other.

"Come on, Kenchin." He had to snap his fingers to make him alert and get back his composure. Mikey rolled his eyes after seeing his friend was lost in the girl's eyes for a second. Taking her hand, he removed it from his shoulder and squeezed it slightly. "We'll be back, enjoy the function." With a last cute smile, he followed Draken to the center of the show.

Y/n leaned against a tree observing how the fight stopped as everyone bowed at them.

Draken was the first to punish the tyrant boy while Mikey went straight to the hurt one calling him his bitch. Poor guy, he must have been frightened with the passive-aggressive first meeting with the president.

Then was Mikey's turn to kick the big guy leaving him knocked out before the braided one dismissed everyone.

"We're late for the fight. Come on, slowpoke."

She peaked her head in the direction of the voice and saw two boys coming. She placed herself in their way, giving her back to the fighting place with crossed arms and a stern face. "You should go home."

Both stopped and gave her a look from head to toe before looking at each other with creepy faces. "Want to join us, doll face?" Their expression suddenly switched into a terrified one.

"Are they disturbing you, y/n?" Draken appeared behind her placing his hand over her shoulder and colliding his body with hers. Y/n swore she could feel his abs against her back. He bent until his head was beside hers, giving them a straight gaze, and arched a brow expecting them to piss themselves by the fear.

Carefree, Mikey came from behind them with his friendly demeanor. "Kenchin, what's happening?" His tone changed when he saw the situation. "And who the hell are you?" He lifted his chin a bit making his face look somber.

"GOOD WORK!" They bowed in respect.

"They were just going home. Aren't you?" She intervened giving them another chance to live.