"Hey, besties! It's your girl, Author-Chan, sliding back in with another banger of a story! 🎉
This time, we're diving into the epic world of Akira Akatsuki-aka Akira Yukimura-a bold and spirited Japanese queen.
The vibe? Friendship, fast cars, and...
(⚠️ Neela slander. Because I don't like her, she just left my baby Takashi for Sean who she just met. No offense I like him too 😏. Writings in bold is Japanese)
Yuri's Pov
After checking on Owen at the hospital, I got back to Tokyo. To my surprise, Han and my cousin Takashi had already crossed paths. Now, we're in the underground parking of a building.
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"Look, someone's hitting on your girlfriend," I remarked, patting my cousin's shoulder. He glanced over, curious.
"Who's the tourist?" Takashi inquired.
"What's with you and the schoolgirls, D? You're moving up in the world. You gotta elevate your company," Han commented as Takashi approached the newcomer, and we followed suit.
"Hey! He was just leaving," Twinkie insisted. "Who the hell are you?" Takashi questioned the new boy. "I'm sorry. I don't speak Japanese," The kid replied.
'Aww, he looks cute.'
Takashi then surprised us by kissing Neela's cheeks and hugging her from behind. 'What do you even see in her? I'm prettier.'
"Understand that? Gaijin?" Takashi said, and Neela pulled him back. "We were just talking," The kid explained.
"This isn't your scene. Leave," Neela instructed. "That word you called me, gaijin or something or other, what does that mean exactly?" He asked.
"It means, turn around, keep walking," Takashi responded. "That's exactly what we're gonna do. Come on, man, let's roll. Yo, look, man, he's Yakuza," Twinkie said, pulling the newbie back.
"Now, see, that's funny, cause I thought this was, like, a free country where a girl could talk to whoever she wants," The kid retorted, and I chuckled.
"Free!?! Nothing is free in this world, kid. Even the oxygen you take in is in return for the Carbon Dioxide that you give out, you better keep that in mind." I added.
"You know who I am, boy?" Takashi asked. "Yeah. You're like the Justin Timberlake of Japan, right?" The kid replied, and I snorted. "The kid's got balls," I remarked.
"Damn, man. You know Yakuza? The Mafia? Look, sorry, DK-san. Monkey didn't have his banana today," Twinkie said, pulling the kid back.
"Hey, D, let's go. It's time to race," Han said, and we were about to leave. "Hey, good luck, Timberlake," the kid said, and I laughed.
Then Takashi turned around, coming face to face with the kid.V"You're the one that's lucky, cause I'm about to race," He said.
"Then let's race," The kid challenged. "With what, huh? Your skateboard? Easy to sound cocky when you got no ride," Taunted Takashi.
"Take mine," Han said, throwing his cars keys. "Let's race," Takashi declared, glaring at Han.
"What? I wanna see what the kid's got," Han replied. "I'll see you upstairs Timberlake," I said, laughing. "Shut up," He replied and got in his car.
