The Flowers Bloom Once More

Mikey?....

Draken stood next to Mitsuya as he watched Mikey quickly making sure everything and everyone was prepared.

" So what's wrong with him, you still have yet to tell me."

Mitsuya slightly looked away in response to Draken, not really wanting to answer the question asked of him.

"Well?"

"He just has a disease, nothing too serious. Please don't think to much of it. We have a fight today and if you get distracted, Mikey will too. Then the rest of the gang will loose focus and we will loose. Mikey knows how you are and if you aren't acting normal he gets concerned and worried. Don't screw up."

Draken crossed his arms and gave a small shrug, "I'll try, but I won't let us lose. That would mean one of our own becomes hurt and I'm not risking that. We don't give up easily and you know that."

"I mean it Draken. Don't screw up."

Draken gave a small smile showing his acknowledgment and then walked off to Mikey who was discussing some things with Takemichi and Baji. Though Takemichi immediately shut his mouth upon seeing the tall male walking their way.

"Are we ready?"

" Both Baji and Takemitchy said that everyone is good to go so yes. We will be heading in, in around 2 or so minutes. Same goes for Valhalla."

"Good. Let's teach those headless angels how to be good little dogs that obey orders given to them."

Valhalla and Toman now face to face:

"Are you prepared to lose a life today? It almost happened last time~"

"I'm not here for chit chat, you arranged this fight, that's what we came for. Give us everything you've got, we don't need your pity."

A wide grin made its way onto Hanma's face as he raised his hand and gave a signal to Valhalla for the go ahead, "You heard 'em boys"

Valhalla's men didn't hesitate, they darted straight for their visible enemy that was not going to be mistaken for showing mercy. That word was now no longer in Toman's vocabulary. Especially against the very gang that almost took the life of a very precious gang member to Toman. That was not going to be allow to occur once more, that was for sure.

Hanma made sure to stay near Mikey and made sure that his opponent was the smaller blonde. Though it annoyed Mikey, he knew he was an equal match for him, pairing anyone else up to fight Hanma would be just cruel.

Though, Hanma definitely didn't make life easy for Mikey. He kept throwing punch after punch, and took advantage whenever Mikey was unable to block. Yes that's how a fight is supposed to go, punch and kick until you win, but with the Hanahaki Disease slowing him down and urging him to get rid of the flower petals that were now starting to get clogged in Mikey's throat causing air to be barely accessible, it wasn't entirely a fair fight. Mikey wasn't his usual self and had already been pushing himself way past his limits. And yet, he continued.

Mikey would get back up and release every bit of strength he could gather into a single kick and punch and repeat over and over. He constantly payed no attention to his body screaming in agony, begging him to stop, to take a break. He wanted to ensure victory for his gang, even if that meant to fight until his body would erode away bit by bit.

Though, he denied his body and health help for too long, the last forceful punch to the stomach that had thrown Mikey off guard sent his body off the edge.

He fell to the ground and coughed violently. The flower petals refusing to leave his throat with his body fighting against itself.

The whole battlefield froze. Both Valhalla and Toman. Most of them looked shocked, others looked concerned. Hanma had a wide smile planted on his face until he saw a blood-soaked flower fall out of Mikey's mouth and onto the ground. Staining the sand the same bloody color and Mikey still struggled for air and struggled to get the flowers out of his body.

His body eventually tired itself out, after get as many flowers and petals out as possible, Mikey collapsed into a state of unconsciousness.

"Mikey!"