hidden gem | m. takashi

iv. confrontation

"still can't believe you're the hidden gem of bonten," he chuckles while leaning against the balcony, "i was mind blown at the very least," haruchiyo says, partnered with his big gestures. takashi's eyes remain focused on him, "what are you doing here?"

haruchiyo is surprisingly nonchalant with the words he uttered next, "i'm on vacation, bud. got suspended," the pinkette says, nodding towards his way while downing the last drop of his wine, "you have a good taste."

that figures because why else would bonten's number 2 be here in a hotel where he happen to stays in. the unexpected thought made takashi be on his guard, haruchiyo noticed the tension from the other's shoulder.

"i'm not here to finish you off or something," the pinkette says while balancing the glass on the balcony, "you'll be dropping dead already if that was the case," he says with a shrug. "doubt that," takashi mumbles, finally taking his eyes off the man.

haruchiyo chose not to entertain the snarky remark from the artist, "if you don't mind me asking," takashi waits for his reply, "we got all the time here, ask away."

takashi's brows furrow in slight confusion, "you're bonten's number 2—basically mikey's right hand man, why would you be suspended?"

the pinkette merely giggles at his question as if he expected the other's inquiry, "let's just say that i was the reason why poor y/n is now on their deathbed."

lavender eyes meet icy-blue ones, haruchiyo's smile gets wider as he sees the other's shocked state. takashi feels his inside boil, mind shutting off, and his body moving on its own.

"you were behind all of this?!" takashi's agitated yell echoes the once serene and tranquil hotel, "you better have a good reason why you got them involved," he grabs haruchiyo's collar making sure to cut the man's airway little by little.

"careful hidden gem we're still in public," he says in between small gasps, "do i look like i care?"' takashi replies, tightening his hold on the pinkette, "wanna know who's the 'hidden gem'" haruchiyo manages to spit out.

takashi raises his fist in the air but as if right on time, his vision darkens—not figuratively but literally. haruchiyo quickly frees himself from the man's grasp, his laughter ringing in takashi's ears, "lucky~" he utters in a sing-song tone.

"looking forward to seeing you in meetings, hidden gem!" were the last words takashi heard from the pinkette as it faded away from his earshot.

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as the old saying goes, time flies by fast. months had already passed since the incident, takashi is still working under bonten while you're slowly recovering from the recent event.

he removes his gloves with an exasperated sigh, the very same hand that bears both talent and curse. takashi pulls out the burner phone from his pockets, he hears the phone ring a few times before he hears a voice from the other line, "it's done."

"money is already transferred to your account," hajime replies, about to press the end button but takashi's request made him halt.

"i need to talk to mikey," he says while exiting the building. "he's in a meeting," takashi rolls his eyes at the reply, "i don't care, this is more important with whatever he's doing."

hajime is about to reason out to the artist again when he's cut off by the sound of the line ending, "well there goes the title of being the kindest fashion designer," he mutters under his breath while arranging the meeting for him and manjiro.

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takashi couldn't keep still in his seat, his foot meeting the floor for what feels like ages ever since he arrived, fingertips thumping against his thighs, "where is he?" eyes glaring at the silver-haired in contrast with his calming lavender eye color.

"i told you he's in a meeting yet your stubborn ass requested otherwise," hajime responds with a shrug, "if it-" takashi's words are cut off by manjiro's appearance.

"come on now, no need to threaten him. he's too precious to lose," manjiro murmurs with a taiyaki in mouth, "boss," hajime greets him while the man just waves him off.

bonten's leader flops down on the couch in front of takashi, leaning back to get comfortable, "what's with the sudden-"

"i quit."

manjiro's body stiffened and straightened up at the man's words, "sorry?"

"i resign. i don't want to be a bonten member anymore, mikey" takashi says in a calm manner, rubbing his face to relieve some tension.

expecting some resistance, takashi is proven otherwise, "what gives?"

this made the artist chuckle, humorlessly laughing at the ridiculous question, "mikey you used the only weakness i have against me—universe knows when it would be my sisters' turn!"

takashi's visible stress got manjiro taken aback, "i'm giving the resignation you oh desire but..." he pauses while holding up his index finger, "you need to check the boxes of requirements first."

hajime looks at the two back and forth, the sudden meeting have him cold sweat running down his forehead, gulping the lump on his throat, "i don't even care at this point."

manjiro leans forward and rests his chin against his palm, "80% of your money income, half of the profit you have under your clothing brand sponsors included, and at least half of your property would be bonten's asset."

takashi didn't hesitate to reach out for the other man's hand in order to seal the deal, manjiro chuckled at the sight, "guess you really want out that bad huh?" the other shrugs in return, "the gang is worse than what i imagined hell would be."

"ah before i forget," manjiro nods for the artist to continue, "y/n will be under bonten's protection and will not be harmed as long as they're still unconscious," takashi says with great determination behind his eyes.

the younger finally grips the older's hand, giving a few firm shakes before letting go. "well that makes it official. koko," manjiro calls out hajime who nods in return.

manjiro looks back at takashi and gives him a tight smile, "how about a hug?" the silver-haired requested with his arms wide open, the older was surprised by the request but complies regardless.

hajime's eyes widen as he sees the small blade glint behind manjiro's hand. the younger is first to break the hug, briskly reaching out for takashi's left hand and cutting his pinky in one swift motion.

takashi's pained shout bounces off the four walls, "you're now officially resigned, live a good life, mitsuya takashi" manjiro says, ignoring his cry of pain while wrapping the decapitated finger with a handkerchief.

the leader turns his back on his former comrade, getting ready to leave when takashi speaks through the pain, "sanzu would not see the light the next time he sees me, mark my words."

hajime who's still in shock is brought back to reality by the artist's declaration, "i'll keep him informed," the younger replies and continues to leave with hajime following closely behind.

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manjiro looks at the pinkette who just arrived in his office, fresh blood still splattered across his face, "hidden gem is no more," he says fidgeting with the toy he has in hand.

"finally something interesting on this boring day," haruchiyo exclaims with a smile on his face.

the silver-haired leans back and stares into nothingness, "he's coming for your head."

"delightful," the pinkette expresses in thrill and excitement.

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ken wipes the excess grease off his hands and rises from crouching, pain shooting on his spine from holding the position for too long. "who do we have next?" a response he has automated as soon as he's done with his task.

"draken," takashi greets the other who keeps his gaze at the motor he just finished, "i don't go by that name anymore," he responds while shining parts of the bike. "ken, i need your help."

finally looking up, ken is greeted by the sight of his good ol' friend, the same sweet smile present on his angelic face, "takashi," the raven-haired's lips stretches up to a smile and engulfs him in a hug.