Tokyo Revengers (Poly Relationship, MxMxMxMxMxM)

Chapter 10: Kazutora's P.O.V:

Chapter 10: Kazutora's P.O.V:

(I've been wanting to do one of Kazutora, sorry it took 9 chapters for that. Ahem. It just seems like he is the least understood character in the anime, and we do learn stuff about it in the manga, so for this story, I want to portray Kazutora as someone who just wants a lot of love, and is an amazing person on the inside. Although he's kinda crazy, we love yknow? We didn't really get that in the anime or manga other than him being crazy so here it is! Might take some time to get to that though.)

When Draken had learned that Chifuyu and Takemitchy had their own floors, he seemed surprised but didn't ask why. Thing was, I was never close to Draken. He was always with Mikey, like a lapdog honestly.

My alarm went off right at 7 am. I had shit to do. People to nearly kill. Nearly, okay? The basics. Average day yknow?

Chifuyu was all over Takemitchy, completely wrapping him up, but he didn't seem to mind as he laid on my chest. Gently prying Chifuyu's leg off me and slipped under from Takemitchy, I kissed them both on the cheek before heading to the kitchen. The floor was totally empty, not a single soul. They obviously hadn't crawled in the bed, and must have gone to their own rooms.

Once I made it to the elevator and my own floor, I got dressed in a pair of black jeans and a sweatshirt cause why not. Mitsuya loved the fashion, and he was happy to spend the money on making outfits for us, ones that I treasured because he made it. The embarrassed flush on his cheeks as he presented them was so cute. Sigh.

Grabbing my bell earing on the way I headed to the abandoned store, where our 5th division meeting was. Didn't even bother with my hair.

People on the roads gave me strange looks as I stopped at each light on my motorcycle. Then the minute they saw my tattoo, they paled and looked straight ahead. Serves them right, damn insects. Judging me based on a tattoo. It was stupid. Besides, the others said I looked cool with it years ago, so what strangers thought couldn't bother me.

When I got to the abandoned store, I could see my members inside waiting. Parking my bike, I made my way inside, observing the pushed over aisles to make room for us all. 50 people in total. It made me proud that Mikey trusted me enough to give me so many people. Majority were first and second generation Toman, so they were trustworthy enough. But the thing about me was, I don't trust anyone but a select few.

One of those select few walked in after me after I stood in front of the group, a calm look in his eyes, so calm it screamed insanity, nothing but insanity. He stepped through the parting wave of subordinates, none wanting to be in his way. Pink hair glinting in the dim lighting, tall black boots clinking on the floor, the ironed tip gleaming dangerously. And the two diamond shaped scars on each side of his mouth.

This dangerous being, someone whom- if he had been anyone else- would be running away in fear, because this man, was not to be messed with. This man, Haruchiyo Sanzu, walked right up to me and bowed. "Good Morning, Captain," He said, voice smooth and calm.

Sanzu proceeded to stand behind me. "Good Morning, Sirs," yelled my Division members.

I said nothing, watching them for a long time. Observing. At different points in time, they fidgeted, twitched and shifted, then froze when my gaze was on them.

Out of no where, I called out, "Someone here is a traitor."

The crowd froze, then started glancing around in curiosity and fear. Most didn't know but I'm sure they heard rumors. "Sanzu," I called out calmly. Not reacting when he appeared directly by my side in the blink of an eye. "Sir?"