Take Me Home ( Tokyo Revengers FF)

Chapter 2- Resolve

On nights that I would have nightmares, I would be woken up by my brother. He would lie down by my side and put headphones on my ears so I wouldn't hear my mother's screams at night or my father's yelling in the background. He would hug me and tell me I was alright, maybe I had secretly hoped that someone would do that for me. The day that our parents separated, I was left alone. I didn't see my friend Naoto anymore nor my brother after that and I was taken in by my father and my stepmother. My stepmother would harass me, and at times she would hit me when my father wasn't around. When I decided to confide in him about what was happening, he didn't believe me. So you know what I did? I ran away.

I ran away from home with nothing except for a jacket and some pocket money that I had stolen from my father's wallet behind his back. I was on the streets for a while, sleeping on the streets, other times I couldn't bring myself to fall asleep and I walked around aimlessly all night. One of those nights when I couldn't go to sleep, it was raining and I hid in an alleyway waiting for the rain to pass. I was freezing being beaten up by a school bully, and the only jacket that I had was run down, it didn't do much to protect me from the cold. That night, like an angel, Ryuguji found me.

He took me in and cared for me, he was so special to me. That's why, the day that he died, I couldn't bear to stay in Toman anymore and walked away from my friends that needed me. I regretted that. In truth, I regretted everything; if I had not argued with Ken that day, I probably would have been able to save him, but I couldn't turn back time.

I woke up and realized that it was noon; I had slept all night and I still felt sleepy. I got up from the floor, wobbling once I got on my feet. I headed to the closet and shoved on my school uniform. I had to go to school, after all, I had promised Ryuguji that I would go. I pulled up the plaided skirt and then reached for the black Toman cargo jacket that had my name and position embroidered on the back. I hesitated just for a second, was I worthy of putting this jacket on? I took in a small breath and put on the jacket feeling like I was finally back home. As I hurled up my long black hair that was longer than before, I noticed black vines entwining themselves into a shape. My eyes widened in shock; my wolf tattoo that I had gotten rid of after I left Toman that took me several appointments of tattoo removal and so much pain I had to go through— it was there, plastered on the back of my neck. I reached out and ran my fingers on the lines of the tattoo, for a moment, a spark of happiness reached me. If I was correct and I had gone back to the past, could I change the future?

I put on my black knee-length platform boots and headed out of my room after taking my backpack. How long did it take to get to school again? Wait, what grade was I in? I rummaged through my bag and found my old flip phone. "Oh my god..." I cringed, I must really be in the past since these phones still exist "How old school" I commented out loud. I opened the phone quickly, a smile tracing my lips as I saw a picture of Ken, Mikey and me in the background. "July 4th, 2005..." I spoke, so in conclusion I went "12 years back in time" I figured out. I put my phone back inside my bag's small pocket and headed downstairs. It smelled like the familiar smell of cigarettes and excessive perfume, all of which I had gotten used to when I was younger. However, now, since I haven't been here in a while, I almost wanted to gag.

"Oh, Hanemiya!" I turned my head to where the voice came from. I was met with the woman who allowed Ken and me to stay here, renting rooms in exchange for work. She smiled at me, walking up to me. I noticed she was wearing her usual booty shorts and a white cami top. "Oh, hello," I greeted her with a bow. "There's no need to bow; we've known each other for many years now," she said while holding a cigarette between her fingers. "Ken went to see Mikey at their usual hang-out place," she mentioned.

"Ahh," I said. "Thank you," I answered gratefully. "Are you going to school?" She asked, looking at how I was dressed up; she brought her hands and straightened out my collar. I nodded. "Get there safely, alright?" She insisted.