obsessed

chapter twenty two

"Of all the people they could've sent to come with me, why did it have be you?" One complained, with the other closely behind with a relatively large grin. "Aww, don't be like that darling.~" "Don't call me that you fucktwad. Tch, honestly I would've much preferred having Kazutora with me instead of you."

The masked figure walked away, looking at another section of the shop, the other joyfully following. Moros picked up two decorated helmets they liked, debating on which they should buy. Both were black and white, although one was more detailed and expensive than the other.

"Mhm, I mean they're both Kuromi themed and cute but this one's got the little horns and the mini accessory with it, but it's a lot more expensive than the other one..." They muttered to themselves, when Hanma snatched both from their hands, earning him a glare.

"Oi, give them back. I wasn't finished-" "If you can't decide, why not get them both, mhm?~ You can wear the prettier one on the day of the fight." The taller brought the two to the counter, with the cashier, who seemed quite out of it, giving the masked figure a rather perverted stare before lazily scanning the two helmets.

The taller only gave the cashier a dirty, murderous look before smashing the cashier's head onto the counter, ultimately causing him to pass out and bleed. Taking the chance, the taller grabbed the helmets in hand before reaching out for the other, dragging them out of the shop and began running away.

Once they were far enough, the taller looked down with a smile, while the other punched his shoulder, earning a grunt. "You, you idiot! What the hell were you thinking about doing that?!"

The said idiot simply handed the helmets, giving them a playful yet oddly charming chuckle. "Oh, please darling. I know damn well you were hesitating on buying the helmets. Afterall, you're saving up money to buy somethin' for someone right?" 

Catching them off guard, the taller began walking away when he felt his sleeve being tugged. Turning back, he stared as the other avoided eye contact, clearly a little flustered.

"W-Well, I suppose I sorta owe you for keeping me company and getting me the helmets. So, thanks, I guess, Hanma..." Hanma couldn't help but blush at the shorter's shyness. Even though most of their face was covered, he can still see how red their ears were.

"Ohoho, is my darling Moros speaking to me without an insult? How wonderful!~" "I take everything back."

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Mikey had just finished his speech to Toman regarding the fight with Valhalla when he was pulled to the side by Draken, who also had Takemichi next to him. "Mhm, Ken chin? What happened?" "I need to speak to you all. It has to do with Kazutora."

Mikey's face immediately darkened at the mention of Kazutora but shook away with dark thoughts before following Draken to a secluded area of the shrine. With everyone now seated, Draken began speaking.

"I decided to meet up with Kazutora yesterday, but he wasn't alone that night. This dude with a motorcycle helmet simply stood next to him the entire night." "A person with a motorcycle helmet? So that means you couldn't tell who it was then?" "No, although Kazutora referred to him as 'Moros'. But..." He paused, recalling the unsettling vibe he felt when the figure walked past him.

"His whole vibe is bad news. He's gonna be a big threat during the fight against Valhalla, that's for sure." He concluded, the two staying silent for a while before Takemichi decided to speak up.

"U-Um, I wasn't sure if this was a good time to bring this up, but did any of you notice that (Y/n) didn't come to the meeting?" "He texted me saying he was gonna be late, but I didn't think he wouldn't show up at all."

It was all too suspicious to the three, especially Draken. Their tattoos matched perfectly, and he wasn't here at the meeting today. 

"...We'll get Mitsuya to speak to him. They go to the same school and they're close, so it should be enough to get (Y/n) to talk." Mikey proposed, with the two having no choice but to agree.

With their little meeting now over, Takemichi returned home with worries.

'My mission was to prevent Baji from dying, but I got a bad feeling that something might happen to (Y/n) too...Damn it, this doesn't make any sense!'

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Takemichi urgently returned to the future once more to tell Naoto all that had happened and asked him about the name 'Moros'. 

"Moros? Yes, I've heard of them. But, I don't know about their identity. In fact, not many people know. I'm only aware that they died on October 31st of 2005."

Takemichi gasped in fear, realizing that 'Moros' was to die tomorrow. "October 31st?! That's the day of the fight between Valhalla and Toman! Wait, Naoto, I need to see Draken again!" "So suddenly?! I-I suppose I can arrange a visit, but it can't be for long."

After a couple of hours, the request was approved and the two began making their way to visit Draken once more. Taking a seat, Draken sighed and stared at the two in front of him.

"Takemichi, didn't I say to leave town?" "Yes, yes I know but, I just needed to ask you something." Draken tilted his head with confusion. He was sure he answered all his questions the last time he visited.

"What...What happened to Moros, a-and who are they?" "You really don't remember? Moros ended up getting stabbed by Kazutora, and he died shortly after." Takemichi's eyes widen with surprise, in shock at the fact it was no longer Baji who was stabbed, but rather this 'Moros' person.

"That's why...That's why Mikey killed Kazutora." K-Killed Kazutora?! But, wasn't Moros a member of Valhalla?! Why would Mikey go so far for someone of the opposite gang?"

"Baji was apparently the one who was meant to die that day, but Moros took the hit instead. It was absurd, Moros played it off as nothing. Next thing you know, someone got a real good hit on him and it revealed who it was. I wish that...I realized sooner that it was him." "Who, Draken?! Who was it-" The security interrupted Takemichi, announcing that their time was up as Draken rose from his seat.

'Shit, time's already up?!'

"I would've done the same as Mikey. If the killer of my brother also killed the one I loved." Draken was then dragged away from the room, leaving only Naoto and Takemichi, who were trying to process all the information given to them.

'Mikey loved Moros?! Wait, so they know each other..? This is just getting even more confusing...'