hidden gem | m. takashi

v. the desired outcome

an urgent meeting is called by manjiro causing an uproar in the headquarters, specifically to a man aliased as sanzu haruchiyo. "are we poppin champagne or what?" he says with a big grin as soon as he barges in the room.

"at least someone's in a good mood," ran mutters in slight annoyance still in his lounge clothes, his eyes forcing themselves shut. "someone shut him up please?" rindou mumbles from beside ran, head laying down at the top of the table.

haruchiyo brushes off the comments and sits down on his seat while humming a tune. the man who called the meeting finally arrives, the people inside immediately standing up to greet their leader.

hajime, who was behind manjiro, sits down beside kakucho, "what's with meetings these past months?" the raven-haired questions which got a shrug in return.

"bonten is an eight man gang from now on," manjiro's news awakens the drowsy brothers while the rest didn't bat an eye on the announcement. ran laughs at the information partnered with loud claps of his hands, rindou chuckling beside him.

"prepare yourself in a week," the man leaned at the table in front of him, "in the end, a comrade can turn out to be an enemy."

silence dawned upon the room, tension building up by the leader's sentence, "dismissed."

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how often do you see eight men dressed in suits waiting outside an abandoned gulag? well not often if i were you, a first if i do spot them.

"we're dressed in suits and here we are!" haruchiyo is the first to speak up and complain, "what a pleasant sight, gentlemen" he added with a mocking british accent, "looking fucking posh."

takashi becomes visible in their sight, "well that was expected from you, mikey" he lets out an amused laugh. "guess the pinky was not enough?" he says while showing his left hand, pinky all bandaged up.

gasps and low whistles fills the quiet area together with howls of "ouchie~" and "such a sadist, boss"

manjiro just shrugs at the man, "this was expected because you threatened one of my men," his hands shoved inside his pockets. takashi smiles at him and holds up a finger, "and that's why we have a good friend of ours whom you'll be glad to meet."

the brothers perks up in amusement seeing the familiar dragon tattoo, "as much as i don't like interfering with your life decisions. this meetup settles a score between two men. a life is at stake here and your gang had nothing to do with it."

ken then continues, "you, yourself should know the drastic difference, mikey."

manjiro keeps his gaze at ken, both having a hard time staring down the other, "let them have it their own way then."

haruchiyo appears from behind all the bonten members, carrying a familiar black silk bag, "is the show finally starting?" his companions are staring at him and clears the path for him. "i have a bad feeling about this," kakucho mumbles to hajime.

takashi looks at ken then at manjiro, "really now?" he says while pointing at the pinkette's weapon. once again, bonten's leader merely shrugs at him, finding a comfortable spot to rest on.

"are you seeing this?" the artist says, humorlessly laughing at the situation. "it's man vs man, no rules were laid out" ken objectively points out. takashi sighs and scans the area for a weapon of some sort, luck must be on his side as he spots a rusty metal bat.

he gives the weapon a light spin, dusting off the dirt, his other hand keeping the weapon steady, "this should do, huh?" he raises a brow at haruchiyo, craning his head at the bat he have in hand, "could've pick something more useless."