Viper (Tokyo Rvengers Story)

3 A Job Gone Wrong

July 7, 2005

In an old rundown ramen shop, sat a very impatient looking teen. Kisaki sighed in irritation before he glanced up at the clock for the umpteenth time. He had been there for an hour waiting for his partner.

Kisaki stood up from the booth, tired of waiting on the short teen, when suddenly the door chimed open. He looked up expecting to find a patron or two coming in for dinner, only to find the teen he had been waiting for; Yūki stood there, hair disheveled, grinning towards the other.

This had not been the first time Yūki had been this late, and each time he made it his goal to be slightly later than the last. Despite what many would think, Kisaki never got used to this; in fact each time a stunt similar to this was pulled, he would get more irritated with the older teen.

Yūki quickly made his way to the back of the shop where Kisaki sat. Sliding into the booth, he loudly yells his order towards the old chef, not bothering to care about the stares he received from the other patrons.

"So what ya wanna know?" Yūki asked, "I left at the very end, but I watched everything 'Michi related. So ask away Four-Eyes."

Already used to his partner's crude way of speaking, Kisaki began asking question after question about the fight. He wanted to know every last detail. The two were at the restaurant for another hour, talking and theorizing about what could happen since Takemichi had now gotten the attention of Mikey.

By the time the ramen shop had closed, the two had decided to start the brunt of their plans. Osanai would continue to run Mobius the way he wanted and Kisaki would slowly guide them closer to Toman's territory. This would eventually start a war between the two gangs, and that's what the two teens were counting on.

As the two silently walk down the street, Yūki struck up another conversation. "So you ever get in contact with that one guy?" He asked, only sending a short glance towards Kisaki before he began searching his pockets for a loose cigarette.

Kisaki hummed, wondering where this conversation was going. "Hanma right?" Earning a quick nod in response, he continued. "He'll be useful soon enough. Most of Mobius is scared of him already, so when the time comes, they'll follow him. Why do you ask?"

"Well," Slowing to a stop, Yūki lit the cigarette he found before looking up towards Kisaki, "Never met the guy. Heard me and him were similar in quite a few ways and thought he could be useful. I was also thinking that it was about time the infamous Reaper and Viper met, no?" Staring at the sky as the sun sets, he slowly exhaled smoke out his nose.

Kisaki didn’t say anything, he just watched as Yūki silently stared at the sunset, taking another drag from his cigarette after a moment. Despite wanting to, Kisaki couldn't deny that at that moment, Yūki looked almost angelic. A fallen angel who was trying to survive in this hell called Earth. Seeing that Yūki was deep in thought, Kisaki took the opportunity to get a closer look at the short male.

Small cuts could be seen under the slight stubble on the right side of his head. Dull green hair blew softly in the wind, finally revealing the entirety of Yūki's face. His usually crazed heterochromatic eyes now calmly looked off in the distance. Bright pools of blue and green focused on nothing but the sky.

The dirt and grime that covered his face seemed to shield the world of the beauty that was Yūki. Slowly, Kisaki began to examine every inch of the short teen's face. From the small but deep scar on his right cheek to the birth mark usually hidden by his hair, Kisaki studied everything. He watched as Yūki took another drag from his cigarette, having paid close attention to how he carefully removed it from his chapped lips-

"You gonna keep staring? I thought you weren't a fag?" Yūki calmly asked, having finally glanced up at Kisaki. He knew the other was watching him but he didn't care. The only reason why he said anything now was because it was starting to get dark and he had somewhere to be.