a circle of revenge; TOKREV/GENDER APATHETIC READER

CHAPTER 28

28 ─ TURNING TABLES

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IN just the span of a year, Y/N, Takemichi, and Kakucho had officially gone missing again, and because of that, the Kanto Manji Gang was formed out of the old Tokyo Manji Gang.

They kept to their borderline illegal activities, gaining money by the minute and earning sources, respect, and men to find them.

Izana had almost lost his mind, like Mikey, after losing someone so important to them.

Especially Y/N.

Though the times they spent together were scarce, Mikey had already developed a strong attachment, and as soon as it formed, Y/N had disappeared just as fast.

Back then, during the days at the beach, he kept splashing them with water and they'd splash him back; they chased each other on the shoreline, tripped over each other and fell on sand and seawater, laughing like it was the end of the world.

Mitsuya yelled at him after, telling him that because of that fall Y/N had gotten a scar on their hip part thanks to a sharp, broken shell.

Mikey sheepishly apologized, Y/N forgave him, and they continued to play.

He tried to introduce them to his brother, but he went off to a store to get popsicles in God knows where, and he ended up introducing them to his brother's friends, instead.

Takeomi was shocked to say the least, Wakasa was exceptionally eager to introduce himself, and Benkei was speechless. A bunch of dorks, but they can beat your ass, y'know?

"Boss," Sanzu woke him up from his reminiscences. "We've arrived."

He said nothing and got off the car, Sanzu and Draken followed, and the driver left to patrol the area.

It was a restaurant─ a very fine and well established restaurant─ owned by the same people they were going to meet. They approached Toman with an offer, and it was tempting enough to accept.

"Good afternoon, sirs," said a masked and rather tall young man. His mask only covered the bottom half of his face, and his friend next to him had a mask that covered the upper part of his face.

"We are the personal and private assistants of Zenithal," the other said.

"Please follow us to the VIP area."

"What do I call you?" The older Haitani, associates of Izana, asked with a lazy look in his eyes.

"Michael," he said with the dip of his head and continued to lead them inside. "But I suggest not to call me by that, as I might confuse myself with Sir Mikey."

Mikey shook his head. "No big deal."

"Alright, 'Michael', what's your real name?" Rindou piped in.

"My name is whatever The Zenithal calls me," he answered.

"Is this some kinda twisted cult...?" Draken whispered, and Sanzu scoffed.

"Not at all," Michael laughed. "Everyone who follows after him came by willingly."

The answer to that question is 'yes', Draken, Mikey thought.

The walk to the VIP area was short, despite the height of the building. Apparently, majority of the levels were hotel rooms, and the restaurant was just a part of a bigger building where people rest, but the VIP areas were way high above and almost held sacred by everyone below.

The staff were almost in a blissful, happy daze, and whenever the people of Toman looked at them, they smiled and even some of them waved. Are these people unknowing of who and what they're working for?