sunshine- tokyo revengers

Toman

Hanma had already joined the fight again when I went outside. I had went upstairs, watching the fight from the balcony that overlooked the street. The fight seemed to be at its most intense, with the sounds of fists hitting fists, glass shattering, and shouts from both sides. The night air was cold, since it had lightly snowed a few days ago. Just by watching the fight, anyone could tell that these gangs were skilled, whether they were familiar with them or not. Both sides showed no signs of backing down or winning. It was an equal score.

Two people stood out in the midst of all the chaos. One was the towering figure of South Terano, violently removing any obstacle in his way. The other was my best friend, and our leader, Mikey.

I had grabbed my Toman jacket, which I always bring. I had considered not taking it with me, since I was just going to prom, but I'm glad I did bring it. I had changed into shorts, since fighting in a dress wasn't a good idea and was leaning over the balcony, watching the fight as a slight irritation grew. It wasn't directed towards any member of Rokuhara Tandai though.

I didn't realize I had zoned out to the sounds of the fighting until it snapped back to my attention. Toman was losing ground. Rokuhara Tandai itself wasn't too much of a threat to Toman. South Terano was though. I scanned over those in Toman uniforms. Many were unconscious, and only some of the division captions and a few others were fighting properly. I caught a glimpse of Baji, who grit his teeth, glancing around him, trying to get his division to gain the upper hand. Then I saw Draken, holding off multiple of their executives back. Then I saw Mikey.

I threw my legs over the railing of the balcony, and pushed myself off, my jacket flying upwards. It wasn't too high up, which allowed me to immediately join the fight by spinning myself around to land a kick on one of them before landing.

I found my way into a group of Rokuhara Tandai members, and leaped into the air, delivering a series of kicks and spins, landing blow after blow. Some were caught off guard, by the sudden fighting style change, and struggled to keep up with the momentum, which only increased as the adrenaline rush took its effect. I continued dodging and weaving through the opponents with surprising precision and eventually I was in the midst of it all.

That's when I saw him. South Terano. His movements are quick and ruthless. He's not holding back at all. Good.

We make eye contact and he charged towards me. Everything was just a blur of fists and kicks and shouts after that as we fought. I'll admit, he did punch pretty hard. But I dodged most of them. He really is a beast. No amount of kicks seemed to affect him. I started to feel a bit frustrated since I was sort of losing right now. I huffed, trying to launch myself higher to land better kicks. But, I was starting to get a bit tired. I aimed to kick the side of his face but it didn't seem to be high enough and missed. Crap.

They say there can't be a second of hesitation or mistakes when fighting South Terano or you're done for. It seemed like time slowed, as my heart dropped to my stomach when the kick missed. I could see it coming. He would win.

Suddenly, a quick and harsh kick landed on his shoulder. Wait a minute. That wasn't me. I looked over, seeing Mikey.

South groaned in frustration, holding his shoulder. "You annoying pests just keep coming." Mikey responded with landing a series of kicks and punches, which South matched with equal intensity. I didn't seem to care how their fight went. My focus wasn't on that. It was on the growing irritation inside of me.

I watched Mikey take over the fight I started. That I could've won. That I didn't need help with. Why's he always doing this? Does he think I'm not good enough? I completely ignored everything else going on around me, focusing on the fight until Mikey eventually won.

I stormed over to him, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him to face me. He saw the irritation on my face. "What is it?" I scoffed, punching him across the face.

He looked shocked as he held his face. "Y/N, what the fuck?!" I didn't answer him, but instead just started fighting again. This time, against him. He seemed reluctant to participate but had to defend himself against the intensity of the blows.

I didn't care in that moment. I didn't care that he was my best friend. I didn't care that he was our leader. I didn't care that this was one of people I loved most. But I did care about how he would make me sit out in fights. I cared about how he wouldn't spar with me. I cared about how he hid this whole fight from me.

An entire fight? I'm a member of Toman. The Dragonfly. I should be one of the first people to know these kinds of things. Yet, he hid it from me. I felt lied to. And that showed in all the kicks and punches I sent towards him.

Our half hearted fight went on for a couple minutes before he decided it was enough. He knows my fighting style the best. He knows all my moves and the unpredictability of them. He could've done something about it the whole time. But he didn't. Until now.

He grabbed my ankle before the kick landed, letting me fall to the ground. I landed with a huff, glaring at him. He crouched down next to me as the fight went on. "I'm not going to ask you again. What is it with you?" He said, a bit more sternly this time. "Don't give me that tone. Not after you hide things like this from me," I retort. "I only hid it from you because you had prom. I didn't want to ruin it." I shook my head, "You liar! You barely even let me fight in all of the Toman fights, you get mad at me if I do, and then you go on to hide them from me so I can't fight in them. What is it with you? Am I not good enough?"

I noticed Mikey's expression faltering a bit, hearing the tone in which I called him a liar. "You are good enough. Otherwise I wouldn't have made you the Dragonfly. I'm doing all this so you don't get hurt. So you can be the regular Y/N in peace." I simply stare at him in disbelief before continuing. "Are you joking?! Did you think I joined Toman, expecting to not get hurt? Did you think I became a delinquent without knowing the consequences? I know all this, Mikey, there's no need for you to treat me like some decoration for your gang. I'm not just the symbol, I'm also a member. I don't understand why you don't get that."

Mikey furrowed his brow, also looking even more annoyed. "Yes, but do you think I like that? Do you think I'm fine with it? I'm fine with seeing you get hurt? I'm fine with seeing you possibly risk your future? No, I'm not! That's why I'm doing all this." "You don't care if anyone else does though!? What about Draken, Mitsuya, Baji, Takemichi, all of them!? Do you not worry about their futures and their well-being?! Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean you have to isolate me from things like this. I deserve to know. If I can fight, and I want to fight, then I deserve to fight!"

Mikey seemed a bit hurt from those words. "That's not true. It's not because you're a girl, and it's not that I don't care about them. I love all you guys. That's why I'm thinking of disbanding Toman."

Again, I stared at him in disbelief. "You what?" I noticed how my voice was much quieter, almost a whisper. Mikey nodded, staring at the fight going on around us. "Yeah. Don't you see all this? Just look at everyone I mean. They're all getting hurt and fighting so hard for what? Being called the best gang in the area? What's the point of all that?" His voice was now also quiet. I'm not sure how I could hear him with all the noise around us.

"But, it's your dream-" "No. Not anymore. My dream is to be with you guys. I want us to be happy and just live normal lives together. The more fights we get in, the more I see that this isn't what I want," he said, still looking around at the fight. I didn't know what else to say.

"Draken already agreed to it. Now we just need your opinion. Your decision is what we'll decide with. Tell me, Y/N, should we disband?" He asked, holding out his hand to lift me up.

I knew if I took it than we'd never be here again. We'd never to be fighting like crazy. We wouldn't feel the same rush of adrenaline. We wouldn't get to compete with other gangs. We wouldn't get to hang out afterwards in our uniforms. But we would get to do better things. We would hang out normally. We would get to focus on our futures. We would feel more security. We would genuinely enjoy our lives together. We would be closer.

I looked back up at him, noticing the soft smile on his face. I took his hand.