𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬 | ʰ. ʳⁱⁿᵈᵒᵘ [✓]

forty-six

"MIKEY!!" Draken's yell echoed within the space they were fighting in. He could feel his throat go dry as his irises trembled, looking at Mikey who was knocked down, and the metal pipe in Kazutora's grasp.

Everyone stopped to look at the scene that was unfolding where the scrap cars were stacked on top of each other. "Valhalla wins!" Kazutora mumbled, but Mikey's standing figure was quick to garner all eyes and attention.

"Just tell me one thing," he whispered. "Kazutora, am I your enemy?" 

Kazutora's eyes twitched, his jaw clenching as he faced Mikey with nothing but pure hatred painted on his face. "Of course you're my enemy! It's your fault! You're the reason I was sent to juvie, you damn fucker!" He yelled, signaling his two lackeys to hold Mikey still.

"What the fuck is wrong with him?!" Takemichi thought to himself, pondering, yearning to get an answer. The minute Kazutora started hitting Mikey's head with the pipe, continuously and mercilessly, Toman's spirits died.

Rindou watched as the scene in front of them began to unfold. "Mikey has lost." He mumbled, some part of him feeling bad as he imagined Hana's reaction.

"I'll kill the enemy... to become the hero." he muttered before swinging the pipe down across Mikey's head.

"Kill the enemy..?" Silence enveloped in them, only Mikey's heavy breathing resonated within the breeze. "Is that why you almost killed my brother?" 

And in the blink of an eye, Kazutora and his bunch were down, and so was Mikey. Choji, Hanma, and the rest of Valhalla saw this as an opportunity to beat the shit out of Mikey, racing and climbing their way up the pile of scrap cars. But before a single member of Valhalla could touch Mikey, another person was there just in time.

"Tokyo Manji Gang, third division member, Tetta Kisaki. Our division will protect our gang's leader!" he yelled. Immediately, praises and nice words started to leave the mouths of Toman's members. For Takemichi, it was unbearable and a pain to listen to. "You guys got it all wrong!" He screamed internally.

"I was waiting for this.." Takemichi's eyes widened as a familiar figure raced its way behind the latter. "KISAKI!!"

Shit happened quickly. Baji was thrown off, Chifuyu was crying, and Takemichi was holding Baji still like his life depended on it, even if he was losing grip of his consciousness.

Takemichi's heart rate felt like it was going a thousand beats per minute, as his tired eyes looked around, searching for Kazutora. He prayed, he just wanted to see even a glimpse of Kazutora. Losing sight of Kazutora would mean losing a person that day. But who?

"BAJI!"

She could feel her breathing get shallower after each millisecond. Her hazel irises trembled as she watched the gut-wrenching event unfold; a terrible thing after another. Fists were getting swung around, shouts and screams could be heard.