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15.

❝ 𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. ❞

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.__ Warehouse

You walked into the dimly lit vacant building. There were random places where the metal of the walls were missing, chances are, the building had been abandoned for quite a while of time. Dust was everywhere, on the floor and in the air. A fight was bound to happen here sooner or later.

"Hey [Y/n]," Draken waved to you.

"Hi guys."

You looked around at the other people that were gathered around Mikey; there was a male that was about a half a head shorter than Draken and a male that was barely taller than Mikey. One of them was probably Pa considering how he was the reason that there will be a fight in the first place.

"So when will Moebius show up?" You cluelessly asked Mikey.

He looked up from the ground, "soon."

"They sure like to take their time," you muttered.

"Hah! I bet Moebius is scared!" Pa overconfidently laughed.

Right once those words left his mouth, you heard someone approaching, "would you mind not repeating our name like that?"

A male that looked significantly older than Mikey stepped forward while combing his hair. He wore a crimson red jacket with several words that were placed atop the pockets on his left and right pec. In his mouth, was a cancer stick, or also known as a cigarette.

"You middle school babies," he finished.

One of Toman's members spoke up, "..You're.... Osanai!!"

"Shut it, dick cheese," the leader of Moebius directed it to Pa.

'That's a hell of an insult, maybe I should take notes,' you covered your mouth.

You turned to Pa to observe his reaction.

"You bastard," he cursed, Osanai's words obviously spiked his anger.

Slowly backing away to maintain a good distance away from both of them, you didn't want to get caught in the crossfire between the two.

"Hey, I'm two years older than you," Osanai pointed his comb at Pa. "That's Mr. Bastard to you."

A vein popped on Pa's head, you didn't even have to see or hear it. It was obvious, the way Pa immediately charged towards Osanai, completely blinded by his emotions.

You turned to Mikey and Draken. They were still in their same spot, they looked unfazed, or at least, not really concerned. You weren't sure if they were doing this on purpose or not because you left the house without a medical kit or anything. All you had on you was a knife and maybe some random stuff that you stuffed into your pockets earlier on that day.

The two began to fight, each throwing fists and charging at each other, trying to bring the other down.

After a quick punch to Pa's face executed by Osanai, Pa well to the floor and his friend called out to him to no avail.

Osani spoke with the cigarette still in his mouth, "yup. Nothing but a middle schooler."

You were livid. The words that Moebius's leader weren't wrong, but they weren't right either. Perhaps you were all middle schoolers, but it doesn't mean that he has the right to underestimate Toman. In a gang, there would obviously be people weaker than the other, and there will always be someone that is the weakest, it's just life. Not everyone is built to be overpowered and invincible.

"You know, maybe were are middle schoolers. But being in middle school doesn't mean shit."