Home Is Where You Are||Tokyo Revengers||Alltake|| (Hiatus)

Chapter four: First encounters (1)

A new character comes to view, Takemichi feels a little bit challenged by the man.

Surely, he will not be backing down anytime soon, not even in his current condition.

Hey :D turns out our school was given a short break because of an incident. And I'm also taking a short break from time to time, so this chapter was born.

Secondly, Holy Hecc where did you all come from?? Thanks for enjoying the story :D. To be honest I started this story out on a whim but might as well carry it out.

Also! splitting this chapter into two or a few parts because I don't know how long I'm going to write for each, or maybe I just wanted to write a bunch of fillers :P hehe. Hope ya enjoy! 💖

Mikey's POV:

He did not think this through when he decided to reach out for the boy.

Honestly though, what the hell was he thinking? Has he gone even more insane then he already has?

Mikey, the most wanted leader of the most notorious criminal organization in Japan, is currently carrying a sleeping child in his arm. Surely, he has finally lost it.

He stopped in his tracks, he thought for a second, 'should I just drop the child off at a nearby hospital or something?'.

The boy would definitely be safer there than the hideout.

Also, wouldn't the boy freak out if the first thing he saw were a bunch of scary looking men after he had awoken from his slumber?

But then again he can't risk the chances of showing his face to the public when he's basically had an enormous red target on his head.

Don't get him wrong, taking down anyone who even as much as to ''try'' touching him wasn't all that difficult at all.

But even the 'invincible Mikey' wasn't so invincible if he were to be surrounded by men with loaded guns, a bullet away from heaven or hell. (Though he was sure he'd go to the latter one after all the crimes he had done)

So he thought against it and continued on his way through the alleyways, out of the public eye and is still miraculously holding on to the boy, carefully, as if he were glass.

Mikey doesn't know anymore, he was just tired. I mean, he had always been tired, especially since sleep hadn't welcomed him in for quite a while but also because life had just been a tire itself.

But even if Mikey had craved for the sweet release of death just as it had took all of his loved ones, the man still held an ounce of responsibility in him for his gang.

Or maybe it was out of pity, which he didn't know he still had said emotion in him or any at all for that matter to others no less.

His gang, the one that was filled with of the most ruthless, dangerous and merciless men in all of Japan. Ready to move on his command at any time needed. His most trusted "Allies".

But behind the mask of all that violence and gunpowder, are merely broken children who had an unfortunate experience in life.

Casted and thrown away by society, to the point that those children grew up and redirect all of their vengeance, sadness and anger against it.

Mikey held in his tracks once more, this time leaning against the wall for support and uses his free hand to take out a phone in his side pocket and dialed one of his men.