Living A Dead Dream (Baji x OC)

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"Hey, Daju..." Takemichi started from the metal folding chair next to Danny's bed. Unsurprisingly, she had two fractured ribs paired with the dislocated knee and other injuries she sustained from the fight while Takemichi only had a few scratches and bruises on his face.

"Yeah?" she asked, looking away from the ceiling and over at him.

His brows furrowed, showing clear signs of frustration and concern. "What... happened? After I was arrested. You weren't so... bloodthirsty before that," he hesitantly asked.

"You really wanna know?" she asked with a raised brow before motioning him closer. He scooted the chair closer to the bed, making it squeak against the tiled floor, before leaning in, looking rather confused now. "I... may or may not have shot Kisaki," she whispered before sucking some air from between her teeth, knowing how bad that sounded.

"Huh?!" he exclaimed, quickly sitting up straight.

"Twice," she added as she winced.

"Wha- Huh- Why? How?!" he stuttered out.

"What did you expect me to do? I've been wanting to punch him since the first time I saw him, and with what he had done just hours prior? I was pissed," she said in defense.

"But..." he leaned back in with knitted brows, "how the hell did you get a gun?!" he whispered.

"There's a small possibility that I swiped it from his pocket. After I walked past him like I knew he wanted to murk me but didn't care."

"Daju..." he said with an exasperated sigh.

"I found out part of the reason for Sayu's death though." She pulled him a bit closer. "He said that she was always in the way."

"In the way of what?"

"I dunno." She shrugged. "I was about to find out, but..." she waved her hand as she gestured at him.

"Right," he sighed. "Sorry, I was about to get sent to the detention center, so I didn't know how long it would be until I saw Naoto again."

"I figured," she said with a small sigh as she let go of him. "Anyway, what'd you learn?"

"Not much more than you," he said as he shook his head. Then, his eyes widened as he remembered something. "Except..."

"Except what?"

"Kisaki... right before Kazutora and Baji came and he was about to shoot me, he called me... his hero..." Takemichi said as he stared down at his lap, more specifically where Kisaki had shot him earlier, as he furrowed his brows in thought.

"Eh? Did you know him when we were younger or something?" Danny asked in surprise.

"I'm not sure," he replied as he shook his head and leaned back in the chair.

"Hm. Well, you better head home. I'll be back tomorrow after I get cleared for discharge."

"Yeah." He nodded his head lightly. "I... really am sorry about what happened," he added as he stared down at his clenched fists, frustrated with how weak he was.

"What? About me getting hurt?" Danny asked with a light chuckle, earning a nod from her twin. "Don't worry about it, we're even now."

"Even?" he asked in confusion as he looked up at her, relaxing his shoulders a bit.

"I fractured your wrist before, remember?" she asked with another chuckle. "Ow-" A small jolt of pain shot through her, making her stop her chuckles.

"Oh... that." He sweatdropped. "I almost forgot about it," he admitted.