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花札

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Please make sure to read the TW's in the description before reading this FF, I don't want anyone to be uncomfortable!

This FF will not include Takemichi, it's taking part in the 'manila timeline' 12 years in the past (so nothing that we really got to see in the manga) but will still contain a few manga spoilers.

Y/N will have her own appearance! I'm sorry if it doesn't fit in your image of imagination but it's for detail purposes.

I'll try to keep the ages accurate, if I get anything wrong though then I deeply apologise.

Have fun with this FF <3

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花札

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November 2001.

— Y/N's POV —

'5pm, Sunday'

I stared down at the screen of my phone. Is it really already 5? Visiting hours are over in an hour.

Lucky me, I was already where I wanted to be. I put my hands into my pockets and walked into the rather large, intimidating building.

A man was sitting behind the counter.

"Hi, excuse me?" I smiled at him, causing him to put his focus away from his phone to look over at me "What?" "I'd like to visit my brother, please"

The big man typed something into his computer "Your and your brothers name?" "Y/N L/N and Kenji L/N" I tried to keep my voice at a normal tone, with my 14 years I was a bit scared of the atmosphere and the people that were in here, including the employees - but that didn't stop me from visiting my brother!

"Ok, you've been here before so you know where to go" I silently nodded and walked through the hallway.

It probably seems like I'm in the hospital to visit my brother, but that's wrong. The reason why I'm a bit 'afraid' of the people here is because my brother is in juvie.

You're wondering why?

Uh well.. to make it short, he was in a gang and fought people, I guess that's just what boys his age do.

One fight escalated though, he was sent to juvie for 'attempted murder', he admitted it right away so he didn't get too much in juvie but I still believe that it was just an accident. He wouldn't just try to kill someone.

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I opened the glass door and walked into the visiting room. My brother was sitting on a table with an orange overall - you know the things that prisoners wear. His face was resting on the palm of his hand.