𑄽𑄺 ━━━ an undercover agent is assigned to track down and capture a faceless mafia leader in tokyo known as spade, real identity, toji fushiguro - whose disguised himself as a famous underground racer. and, eventually, gains the agents attraction...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
he won. of fucking course he did.
with the way he was driving, his opponent didn't stand a chance. maybe he bribed him to let him win to impress the crowd, or you, at that. toji owned a midnight black GTR R35 with red interior and a red imprint of a spade on the side door, like he wasn't trying to hide who he was at all. he enjoyed showing off his possessions. you wondered if the license plate was traceable, even if it was, it probably wouldn't be registered in his name.
all the people who came to shibuya to watch were affiliates of spade, meaning they knew who he was, and wouldn't dare speak a word about it outside of this abandoned town. another clue why it was invite only. since you worked for the big dogs, they easily got a hold of a special band encrypted with a code that guards would scan before letting anyone past the gates and into the zone. they had one made for you, and you realized you were wearing the black bracelet now while sitting beside him in his car.
"you scared?" toji grins at you, watching you swallow as he rives his engine, glaring out his side of the window at his opponent who went by ichigo, the man with bright, long orange hair. he had a charming smile, a baby face kinda. a sleeve of tats lingering down his right arm. still intimidating. so far you've seen a few racers who's jackets matched the same color of their hair or car. a gang, perhaps?
"sort of?" you weren't really sure. it's not like you could tell him you were frightened of him per-say, you didn't give a shit about the race, your father worked for nascar and took you on a couple drives so you knew your way around it.
the issue was the fact that your childhood friend was a murderer, a thief, a drug dealer. what the hell happened to him that made him want to take this path in life? you watch as his hand grazes the stick shift separating the two of you, side-eyeing ichigo with a smirk, his jaw locking as he cockily chewed his gum. everything flashed before your eyes. the crowd surrounding toji's and ichigo's cars stepped outside of the danger zone, toji's friend from earlier making a brief speech on how appreciative he was to have spade here tonight. you kind of felt bad for ichigo because no matter what, spade was the kingpin. he ran practically everyone here. they were here specifically for him and his achievement.
