obsessed

chapter twenty one

Baji Keisuke was never one to obey someone unless it was someone he respected or his mom, so why in the hell did he find himself standing at Musashi Shrine, minutes before midnight? He could've easily just thrown the piece of paper away and not shown up, but the look on (Y/n)'s face...God knows what would happen to Baji if he ended up not showing up.

Looking back at the time, he realized it was now past midnight, meaning (Y/n) was late. "Tch, he's the one who calls me here, yet he's late."

"Who said I was late?" Whispered (Y/n), who stood fairly closely behind Baji. Startled, Baji quickly kept his distance away from him, face flushed with red. "W-When the hell did you...!" "Mhm, I've been here for a while now. I even saw you come up the stairs 'n all."

Now sitting on one of the steps, (Y/n) patted the seat next to him, to which Baji hesitantly obeyed and sat. Noticing his stiff position, the boy placed a hand on his shoulder, reassuring him. "No need to be like that, I'm just going to ask you some questions regarding the current situation, 'kay?" Nodding, (Y/n) began his questionnaire. 

"Alright, first, you're acting as a spy for Toman, aren't you?" That certainly wasn't the question Baji was expecting. Nonetheless, Baji put up an act and denied the fact. "Tch, you're asking me that? How many times do I need to drill it through everyone's heads? I'm not-"

Without finishing his sentence, Baji found himself in a headlock, (Y/n)'s grip growing stronger by the second. "I'm pretty sure I specified in the note that only the truth is to come out of your mouth, Baji Keisuke." His grip only grew more powerful, Baji struggling to release himself as he slowly found himself unable to breathe.

"I'll ask once more. You're acting as a spy for Toman, right?" "F-Fine, I am! Now fuckin'...let go of me!" He loosened his grip, Baji immediately gasping for air as he stared at (Y/n) with disbelief. 'He's strong, like real fucking strong!'

Baji immediately noticed how (Y/n)'s aura was...quite similar to Mikey's dark impulse, a little too similar to it. Mikey's dark impulse was scary for sure, but with the death grip (Y/n) had on him, and the eyes that stared right into his skull, Baji swore he saw Mikey in him. If Mikey's dark impulses were that scary, Baji couldn't even imagine how terrifying (Y/n) could be if someone were to tick him off.

"Second question, what's your motive for all this?" "Kisaki Tetta, he's...I don't trust the dude. I'm trying to find out more about him." Humming at his response, (Y/n) stared directly into Baji's eyes with a rather dark look. 

'Jesus fuck, that look he has right now...It looks exactly like the one Mikey had when he was beating the living shit out of Haruchiyo.'

"Tell me more about Kisaki Tetta." "R-Right. Back when Pah got arrested, Kisaki went up to Mikey and offered to get him out in exchange of becoming third division captain, but we all knew Pah wouldn't want that. So, we ended up turning down the suggestion. Now that Kisaki actually got himself a spot in Toman, I got a real bad feeling that he's gonna do somethin' to ruin Toman."

Processing all the information, (Y/n) rose, not forgetting to ruffle Baji's already messy hair. "You care lots for Toman, don't you?" "Of course I do, they're like family." "He, I can tell from the way Mikey spoke of you. He really cares about you, y'know? He didn't really show it but, I could see in his eyes that he was upset at your departure."

The two sat in silence, thinking of the entire situation. (Y/n) had the need to help Baji, but how the hell was he meant to help someone on the opposite team?

After contemplating for a while, an idea struck (Y/n)'s head. It was risky, but it could work if Baji worked with him. Pulling out his phone, he asked Baji to do the same.

"Hey, get your phone out. I need your number." Not questioning it, Baji pulled out his phone as (Y/n) practically snatched it from his hands. "The hell you need my phone for?"

"I got a plan in mind to take down Kisaki, but it requires your entire cooperation for it. Will you trust me?" 

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In an empty alleyway stood Draken, awaiting the appearance of the one he once considered a friend. Soon, multiple footsteps could be heard approaching him. Turning around, Draken was met with Kazutora, with Kazutora immediately starting the conversation.

"Why'd you wanna meet here all of a sudden, Draken?" "It's been a while, hasn't it Kazutora? Say, why don't we just stop this fight?" Kazutora, who visibly stiffened, clenched his fist as Draken continued speaking.

"I'm not going to be smiling whether we lose or win against you. I honestly don't get it. Why is it that you hate Mikey so much? He spoke in your favour for god sake. That's why you got out of juvie early. You got any idea how he-" "Shut the hell up."

Taken aback, Draken stopped speaking, giving Kazutora a chance to speak. "I spent two precious years locked up in a cell. That time could've been spent with the person I adore. Besides, I'm not the guy I used to be anymore." "But you're still a part of my crew."

With the two boys having a staredown, Kazutora took steps past Draken, before stopping once again. "That's exactly what I don't like about you, Draken. We're gonna crush Toman in battle the day after tomorrow." "This isn't what Mikey wants." 

Beginning to walk away once more, Kazutora spoke again. "Tch, as if I care what he wants. Let's go, Moros."

'Moros? Shit, there's been someone else here the whole time? I didn't even notice him 'til Kazutora called him.' The said person wore the Valhalla jacket, although their outfit was more styled, with a rather cute helmet on, hiding their identity. They uncrossed their arms before slightly bowing at Draken, walking past him.

Draken warily watched the figure before his eyes wandered to their exposed stomach, revealing a very familiar tattoo.

The blonde watched the two figures walk away before disappearing into the darkness. As Draken walked back home, he thought about the unfamiliar figure, more specifically, the tattoo on their stomach. It took a while for Draken to process this before his eyes widen at the realization.

'Matching tattoos? No fucking way, it couldn't have been him, right...?'