ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴡʟ | Tokyo Revengers

🐉 XXXIX: Hypocrite

"Did I hurt you?" The girl decided to join him in the middle of the courtyard, feeling the freezing weather to the bones when she took his wrist, finding a red trace from the hit. "I'm really sorry. I didn't know what I was doing until I did it. It was like back then, like..."

"You weren't yourself?" His voice was calm and empath as he watched the guilt and regret when she looked down at her feet, lightly nodding. "No one can understand us better, right?" He quoted without certainly remembering who was the one who said it the night of Emma's birthday, cupping her face and looking at her crystalized eyes. "Y/n, you don't have to apologize, not after you put yourself through a lot of stress for my sake. Who knows, maybe back then I would have lost control to the point I would regret it again, but thanks to all of you guys, we will get our Toman back."

"Our Toman?"

"Y/n, you've been protecting us since the beginning. You're our warrior in the shadows, our owl. Even if you deny it, you always have been part." He noticed how troubled the girl was, the tears were silently slipping out of her beautiful eyes, and her lips were shaking, unable to speak. Mikey's hand traveled across her neck unto her nape, bringing Y/n in a hug, wrapping his other arm around her waist. "You don't have to say anything, I know..." His whispers sent a feeling of comfort, allowing her to feel the vulnerability she was going through. "We need you too."

His arms were the only thing keeping her from falling to her knees, the weight of knowing all the past suspicious facts was a burden on her shoulders, but she knew that being aware of it could drive crazy anyone, not just her. Who wouldn't want to kill the bastard behind their misery?

"There's something you need to know."

"Yeah, it can wait. First... we have a problem."

Y/n was giving her back to the house, where black smoke was gathering. The boy was pale, and his jaw dropped, looking at how bad they messed it up. One job, they had one job.

'Don't burn the house.'

"THE HONEY BREAD!"

Emma and Draken were too busy fighting over the movies that they didn't advert the smell until the smoke was escaping from the oven. When the other two teens came to the kitchen, they had turned off the flame and got out the tray with scorched crumbs.

The four baffled stood surrounding the counter, staring at the burnt food in the middle, feeling the sweat over their foreheads.

"It was more edible when it was raw."

Between the laughter, everyone started to clean the kitchen and ventilate the house, simulating nothing had happened.

"Why does everyone wants my Takemitchy?" Mikey growled out of nowhere, dept in his thoughts and eating the remaining raw dough in the bowl.

"Your Takemitchy?" The tall grunted back.

"I saw him first!"

"I was there too, remember?"

The girls giggled at their gaze contest over whom the boy was.

"And thanks to who you found him?" Y/n put an end to their little fight and turned to the grumpy leader, rolling her eyes. "Inupi already talked to you?"

"And he wants him to be the next BD's leader. Mind to explain?"

"Don't you say!" The others yelled in amazement.

"Well, the crybaby hero was amazingly captivating that night." She excitedly narrated the parts of the fight she saw, even when at the moment she was frightened. Taking Draken as Taiju's model, she stood before him, dramatizing the events. "And he said: 'did you push me?' He was ready to throw a blow at my face, but Takemichi had him tired, giving me the chance to jump out. To everyone's surprise, Takemichi was running and screaming: 'don't fucking touch her!' At that moment, the church was dead silent, and Taiju fell to his knees when he got the badass punch from the other."