𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 | 𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢

[20]

—year: 2003

She yawned as she lazily sat up in her bed. She looked out the window and saw the sun was rising. Then she checked the time on her phone and saw that it was time to start her day. "Should I buy breakfast or open up the shop first..?" she said to herself in her raspy morning voice.

Then she realized something, causing her to look down at herself. She was only wearing a laced black bra and matching underwear. She slouched, "I guess I should put on a shirt first.." she said as she stood up and lazily took a white baggy shirt from her small closet—correction, Shinichiro's small closet.

[first name] often sleeps only wearing her undergarments; her family is aware of that, and they find it a bit weird. Wakasa also knew about that, and he was never weirded out about it. In fact, he likes it—waking up and seeing [first name] beside him in the morning is like the best thing to see before he starts his day.

Another yawn escaped [first name]'s lips as she stepped out of the small room in their bike shop. She and Shinichiro sometimes spend the night in their shop, just for security purposes, but sometimes Shinichiro wants her sister to sleep at their house, where their grandfather and siblings are, and there are times when [first name] spends the night at Wakasa's place.

[first name] furrowed her brows when she saw Shinichiro's tools scattered all over the floor. A lazy groan escaped her lips as she grumpily scratched the back of her head. "This is one of the reasons why I don't want to spend the night here.." she said, frowning at the tools scattered on the floor.

Then she heard a loud snore. She looked behind her and saw Shinichiro. He was sleeping on the couch with his mouth slightly open. Then [first name] noticed his shirt and pajamas, thinking that he'd worn them three times already.

[first name] let out a heavy sigh, "I guess I better start cleaning up.." she said as she began picking up Shinichiro's tools.

Mikey

Shinichiro sat in front of me with a cigarette in his mouth while [first name] was leaning against the bricked wall with her arms crossed. Shinichiro was wearing a white plain shirt and a pair of pants, and [first name] was wearing Shinichiro's white tank top and a pair of tattered denim shorts. And both of them have grease stains on their shirts, which is not surprising.

It's a good thing that they're not busy at the moment. I came to their shop because I wanted to tell them about something.

I told them about Black Dragon...and what happened to Kazutora..

"I see," said Shinichiro, looking at me with a calm smile on his face. [first name] tilted her head at me, giving me a concerned look, "So you got into trouble with the Black Dragon, huh?" she said.

I gave her a small nod, then my eyes went back to Shinichiro. "Big bro," I said blankly to Shinichiro, "Black Dragon isn't as cool as before.." I said, glancing at [first name].

Shinichiro looked away from me as he removed the cigarette from his mouth, "Yeah, I know." he said in a low tone.

[first name] let out a heavy sigh and said, "Ever since the 8th generation, things have changed.." Shinichiro looked at her and hummed in response, agreeing with what she'd just said.

I flinched and began wondering what the hell they were talking about. I know that they were the 1st generation, but I have no idea that they knew about the 8th generation. Then the sound of Shinichiro's voice interrupted my thoughts, "Black Dragon was everything to me.." Then he looked at [first name] beside him, who was still leaning against the bricked wall. He gave her a weak smile and said, "What do you think he should do, [first name]?"