Chapter 54

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He felt too old for this.

He watched the blond haired gang leader spin in his office chair while a deathhawk haired one, whom he was acquainted with as well, stood next to him, lazily spinning the chair.

The blond was in a white shirt and tossed together black gang uniform, where the one with the deathhawk hair was in one of the new age Black Dragon's uniforms with a modification to show a manji symbol on either side of the front of the coat.

He was too old for this. 

He had just returned home from a long ass day of clerical work. He worked as a freelance accountant for under the table workers, those with expired visas or convicts who couldn't gain legal employment.

He removed his jacket and threw it over the back of the couch, sitting in a chair across from the two trespassers.

How did they get in his house? 

Was Senju home?

This was all exhausting.

He was 26 years old, far too old for this shit... but he still sat down and watched the two get more serious.

"Hello, Takeomi-oji-san!" Mikey greeted, laughing lightly and leaned back in the chair.

"Mikey, Koko... to what do I owe the pleasure?" Takeomi asked with distrust, lighting a cigarette.

"[y/n]-kun heard you were in a tight space, Takeomi-san~" Koko said with a sly look in his snake-like eyes, tone of voice indicating, to Takeomi, that they wanted something from him... more than what he originally assessed.

"What do you want?"

Mikey grinned with narrow eyes and Takeomi knew this was going to be good. When Shinichiro's little brother made this face it only meant that he was going to get what he wanted from his big bro's friends in the end...

"[n/n]-chin wants an exchange."

Takeomi was instantly suspicious. He hadn't kept up with the delinquent world much, but he knew [y/n] through Waka and Benkei. What he knew of her was that she was a fucking nightmare child. A child that made him grateful for Senju and made him think there was still hope for Haruchiyo.

"What about, [y/n]?"

"Oh no," Mikey said teasingly, Koko chuckling next to him, "Don't tell me the old man doesn't know about, [n/n]-chin?"

Didn't know what? Takeomi wasn't hip with what was going on, but he knew about [y/n].

"I know she's an evil little spit fire who can't stay out of trouble to save her life."

Koko sighed and Mikey laughed. 

"The old man said 'spit fire', Koko."

Koko chuckled at his second commanders teasing and looked up, "[y/n]-kun has changed, she's a relatively good girl now and the 11th-generation Black Dragon's leader and an executive in the Tokyo Manji Gang." He pulled out a phone.

Takeomi didn't quiet know what the hell these kids wanted, but he felt the familiarity of being around delinquents again settle his soul.

Like this was the world he belonged in.

Koko looked back up at him, "I tracked down most of your collectors, Takeomi-san, it looks like you're in quite a bit of debt."

Mikey whistled when he pulled down Koko's Blackberry, "¥75 mil is a lot of money," He let go of Koko's hand and threw Takeomi a confident look, "It's something we can pay off."

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"Pay off?"

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