your legs are hurting. you know there's no one chasing you at this point, but you are so desperate to get away from wherever kisaki is, you're willing to run for hours.
you're pretty sure you're not in shibuya anymore though.
your running only stops when you trip over something, probably your own shoe or literally just air, and faceplant into the ground. the pain is more overwhelming due to your injuries, and you stay on the ground, wondering if you should keep running or curl into a ball and stay there.
"what the hell are you doing?" two pairs of footsteps are walking up to your figure, and soon you can feel them staring down at you.
slowly, you twist your body to where you can see the people standing above. their faces are unfamiliar, but both are covered in blood. the taller boy has multicolored braids, while the other one also has multicolored hair, but he is shorter and wears glasses.
"um, i was running, and i fell-"
"but why are you curled up on the ground?"
"i didn't want to get up?" your answer comes out as a question, and they both look up at each other. as they seem to be having a conversation with their eyes, you stand up and dust off your pants.
"well, sorry to bother you guys i guess, i'll be on my way now!" you plaster your usual smile onto your face while starting to walk away from them.
a sudden pain shoots through your ankle and it gives out from under you. as your body starts to fall to the ground, someone catches you, an arm wrapping around your waist. the weight that was on your ankle is suddenly gone when someone lifts you into their arms.
"fuck, i sprained my ankle..." you mutter to yourself, looking up to see who caught you. it's the man with glasses, "um, can you put me down?"
"but you have a sprained ankle?"
"your point? i don't need your help." you force your way out of his arms, putting all of your weight on your uninjured ankle as you pull out your phone, "i'll just call mikey." this catches their attention.
"mikey? as in manjiro sano?" the one with braids asks you, taking a step closer.
"yes?" it slowly dawns on you that these boys must be acquainted with gangs or something of the sort, the blood and weapon has already explained enough. you quickly dial mikey's number as the boys start to approach you.
he picks up quickly like he always does.
"y/n! are you okay?! why did you run out like that?" he bombards you with questions, questions you're not answering.
"mikey, do you know anyone from..." you finally take a look around, easily telling where you are, "roppongi?" his line goes silent. the duo is still approaching you, but keeping the same distance away from you as you back away.
"...are there people with you? what are their names?" mikey questions you.
"there are people with me..." you struggle to answer his second question, since you do not know their names.
"my name is ran." the taller one says, a lousy smile on his face, "this is my younger brother, rindou." the shorter one only scoffs.
"their names-"
"y/n, why are you in roppongi? and do not let them near you." mikey cuts you off, he's starting to get on your nerves. you're about to answer him when someone snatches your phone from your hand.
"hey! give it back!" ran dangles your phone in the air, the call still ongoing. while rindou grabs your wrist to prevent you from jumping his brother, ran puts the phone up to his ear.
"hey mikey! we'll be borrowing your girl for a little bit!" he ends the call after that and turns off your phone, stuffing it into his pocket instead of handing it back. rindou releases your wrist.
"what the fuck it your problem?!" you yell, clenching your hand into a fist, but something hits you on the back of your head and you immediately slump to the ground.
"i didn't say you could use my baton."
"she was annoying me." of course you were, you're always annoying everyone. ran crouches down and picks you up, carrying you bridal style for the sake of your injury. not that he cares or anything.
"why are we taking her?" rindou questions, staring at your sleeping face with an expression similar to disgust.
"she's mikey's weakness, it'll be funny to mess with him."
UNEDITED.
there'll probably be a backstory next chapter.
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everybody hates you
Fanfictiontokyo revengers various ― no one really likes y/n -- except mikey. they all tolerate her just so they don't piss him off, they think she doesn't notice their hatred towards her. but she does.
