ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴡʟ | Tokyo Revengers

☯ LVI: Lonely Together

"Izana, how could you allow that?" Y/n was on all fours after falling from his captor, sobbing and feeling a stab through her chest. "Em- Emma. She's your sister!"

"You know better than anyone else the truth, Y/n. Also, we talked about what it takes to build the future."

"Sacrifices? Do you even know what that word means?!"

"I never said that I would be the one to sacrifice something." The young man couldn't hold her disappointed expression longer and turned to the nerd with a nod for him to proceed.

"Takemichi!" She screamed when Kisaki punched the boy in the face, making him fall. "I'll fucking choke you to death this time!"

"You're so damn irritating." The boy rubbed his ear, feeling a buzz caused by her voice. "Shut her up for good, Hanma."

The God of death caught the girl by her ankle, stopping her from crawling to the collapsed blond boy. He picked her up, wrapping her body, but she was shrieking and jerking in her try to throw him off.

Hanma had to tense his arms to control the uneasy girl to the point she couldn't breathe. "This is for your own good, sweetheart. I hope someday you can forgive me."

With the lack of air, her cries became uncomprehended words before turning to suffocated pants until she passed out, and he had to carry her unconscious body.

The people around who cared about her were terrified and unable to help her, either beaten or scared of being against the boss' wishes.

"Mucho, make sure she doesn't step in again, or it will be her end. I'm not very content with her." Izana let Shuji understand that he had to deliver her to the said guy.

The executive carefully received her, laying her on his crisscrossed legs, and Sanzu crouched at his side, concerned for her shallow and fast breathing rate.

"Captain, I think she probably has broken ribs." The young henchman said, watching her struggle and hearing her low grunts every time she took the air in her lungs. He tried to clear her face, setting aside the locks of hair, and he got even more alarmed. "She's burning up with a fever."

Meanwhile, Takemichi got the help he needed to get on his feet, and the rest of the boys followed, showing why they were fighting. The reason why Toman was born.

Kisaki got furious, thinking how insane and useless they were trying to keep a fight that had already ended because no matter which gang was on top, it would be named The Tokyo Manji gang, and its Captain would be Mikey.

The crybaby finally set him a punch, wanting his enemy to come to his senses. The boy hit the ground, startled he could accomplish it.

"Sanzu, we need to take her to the hospital." Mucho steadied the girl's body to prevent her moves from hurting her.

The young boy understood and nodded. "I'll bring the car closer."

"Don't." The weak girl stopped her friend from leaving, taking his hand and snarling at the move. "Haru..." She couldn't keep whispering. Her chest was burning with emotional and physical pain.

Y/n felt desperate. She needed to breathe, but the action hurt. The girl wanted to cry, but it hurt. She quivered, having a cough attack. It was unbearable but inevitable.

The two young men watched her with affliction. Her tears rolled down from the corner of her eyes, clenching her teeth and Sanzu's hand.

"You don't know how hard it's to watch you suffering like this. Let us help you." Mucho didn't care about showing his weakness. He cried with the girl over his lap, cupping her face with both hands and wiping her tears with his thumbs. "Let me make this right, please."