Toman's Little Sister

67 | Mikey's Light

Mikey's fist was raised, ready to deal the final blow to Kakucho's face as he held the boy's collar, staring at the blood dripping over Kakucho's scar. He felt little pity.

Up until something snapped him out of it.

"Mikey!"

At the sound of his name from the all too familiar voice, Mikey loosened his grip on Kakucho's collar and let his eyes travel behind him. "Hanma. I didn't think Brahman or Rokuhara Tandai would shoot this low."

Hanma blinked, staring at the fight before him. He normally would've grinned in ecstasy and jumped into battle with his fists at the ready, but for some reason right now, he didn't feel obliged to it. "It's Y/N."

Mikey's stone demeanour fell quickly, letting go of Kakucho's collar. "What happened? What did you do?"

"Why do you think it's me? I came to you for it!"

"What happened?" Kakucho stepped forward, suddenly no longer dizzy from the punches Mikey threw at him.

"I dunno, I just..." Hanma paused for a moment, recalling the scene. Very few things horrified him. He was normally the thing that horrified other people. "She was on the bathroom floor when I went to check on her."

Draken, who was in earshot, paused. "Who was on the bathroom floor?"

He walked up next to Kakucho and Mikey, lacking an answer. "Who was on the bathroom floor?! Tell me!!"

Many Brahman members stopped fighting at the sound of one of their members in such distress.

"Draken, what happened?" Akashi questioned. He spotted the extra person amongst the small crowd, Hanma, who was lacking a uniform and seemed to have just come a few moments ago from the dryness of his hair. "Who's that?"

Draken slowly turned his head back to the advisor of the gang. His face was paler than usual, his eyes widened yet also seeming dull. His hand slowly clenched into a fist as he sucked air through his teeth. "It's Y/N."

It was like clockwork. When one gear stops, the rest of them do. And when Akashi froze, the rest of them did.

Senju ceased in fighting South, her head turning in Draken's direction. "What do you mean?" She stepped forward with her eyes widened in fear. "What happened? Is Y/N alright?"

Despite her size, she did her best to grip Draken's shoulders, a desperate plead on her tongue. "I asked you a question! Is Y/N alright?"

Draken's eyes slowly turned to Hanma, who was lacking knowledge on most of what was happening in front of him. Like, who was the small girl that seemed so desperate to know how you were doing? Or why was Koko and Mikey standing next to each other?

"She was on the bathroom floor, I told you."

"Why?" Senju's voice deepened, ready to play some sort of bad cop in interrogation as she readied her stance. "What did you do to her?"

"I didn't do anything to her. She asked if she could borrow my motorcycle and she came home instead of going to the spot where we got it. Beyond that, I've got nothing." Hanma slowly pulled a container for medicine from his pocket. "Nothing... definitive anyways."

Mikey grabbed it from him and examined the label. He looked up from the label, right at Draken. "Anxiety suppressants."

"Did you take this from her?"

"The paramedics gave it to me."

"Paramedics?!" Senju's eyes went wider. "How bad is it?"

Hanma went quiet, his worse for wear expression staring down at the girl in front of him.