MY PRETTY || Tokyo Revengers

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"Kakucho..." You whispered in disbelief.

You felt your stomach drop as soon as you realized he was no longer breathing. You tuned out the sound of your surroundings as you felt your knees buckle, allowing yourself to fall to the ground, holding yourself up with your arms.

Tears welled in your eyes, each one falling onto the ground beneath you as memories of your time with Kakucho crossed your mind. How he took care of you after your car accident in your original timeline.

All the moments you shared together in vulnerability when the two of you would visit Izana's grave.

You remembered his smile, one that was so rare but most genuine. How he himself, was just as genuine as the rare smile he would have on his face.

"I... failed," you mumbled to yourself. "I failed you, Kakucho... I'm... I'm so sorry."

You were snapped from your trance at the sound of Mitsuya's voice. "TAKEMICHI LOOK OUT!"

Your gaze found Sanzu approaching with his katana, he looked angry. His eyes flickered to you for a moment, and there was a brief hesitation hiding beneath. But you were too consumed by the loss of Kakucho to notice.

"Haru..." you mumbled staring at his blurry figure. "What... why did you..." You squeezed your eyes shut, forcing out whatever tears held on to your eyes, fists clenched so tightly that your knuckles turned white.

He pointed his katana at Hanagaki, doing his best not to look at you. "You've completely ruined my plan," he clenched his jaw. "Hanagaki Takemichi! YOU'RE DEAD!"

Hanagaki clenched his fist, rushing forward to swing at Sanzu, however he was too blinded by rage that Sanzu easily kicked him away. "Just give up," he said. "There's no way you'll win this. So why are you still standing?"

"You, who can't live among carnage and bloodshed, has no chance to win against Mikey," he declared, raising his katana in the air with both hands. "So this, is the end for you."

"TAKEMICHI!" Mitsuya yelled.

Another voice appeared along with the sound of a motorcycle engine coming closer rapidly. "What's wrong Hanagaki?! Is this really your end?!" Your eyes widened as you watched Shiba Taiju jump from the bike. "HUP!"

Before anyone could react, it crashed straight into Sanzu, the front tire crushing him against the train. "HARUCHIYO!" You screamed, unable to stop yourself.

Even if he had just killed Kakucho, he was still someone you cared about. Not even your rage could outmatch that.

"MITSUYA! THIS UNIFORM IS TOO SMALL!" Taiju yelled with that signature crazy grin he always wore. "2ND GEN TOKYO MANJI GANG 6TH DIVISION CAPTAIN, SHIBA TAIJU! I'VE GOT FRONT ROW TICKETS TO SEE HANAGAKI BEAT UP MIKEY!"

You could hear mutters all around you as people reacted to Taiju's appearance, but you honestly couldn't care less. Your eyes drew back to Sanzu as he groaned, eyes wound shut from the pain of having most— if not all of his ribs crushed.

You crouched down next to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder as his head turned to you the instant he felt your touch. "Y/N—"

"Shh," you shushed him. "Don't try to get up, it must hurt a lot."

"But Mikey—"

He stopped when your hand went from his shoulder to his cheek. "For once..." you mumbled. "Can you be selfish? Stop thinking about Mikey first. Just stay down, you're hurt."

You ignored the commotion around you as you focused on the stubborn maniac in front of you. Not even caring about the fact that Taiju was bulldozing his way through the Kantou Manji Gang.