𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐞𝐝 - [ʜɪᴀᴛᴜs]

𝟎𝟗𝟗: 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨'𝐬 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞

Wow... She's still at it... Takemichi says to himself. Watching you pace around the break room in D&D Motors.

Draken sat on the couch with him. Also watching and listening to you talk about what happened earlier in Shinjuku. Inupi was stuck, manning the register alone.

"And I can't even tell what I'm more pissed at!" You continued to rant. "Seeing his face or the fact that his face did absolutely nothing!"

"What did you want him to do with his face...?" Takemichi asks you. Confused and concerned.

"SHOW EMOTION, I'D HOPE!" You yelled, swinging your arms up in a fit. "You saw how he talked to me! Like some robot programmed to make shitty remarks at people!"

You sit on the small wooden table in front of the couch. Your posture was slightly hunched over with your elbows resting on your thighs. "The only time I saw him show any emotion was in the battle..." You pause for a bit, "When he mentioned Chifuyu."

Your eyebrows curve inward, "So what? Do I have to kiss ten thousand guys for Mikey to show an ounce of emotion?!"

"[Y/N]... Please be considerate," Draken finally speaks. Takemichi nods to Draken's statement. "The morgue can't accompany ten thousand bodies all at once," The tall blonde continued.

Wait... Takemichi stops nodding and looks over at Draken with concern. What's that supposed to mean?!

Draken leans further into the couch. "Mikey has always been pretty possessive..." He says sighing, "Whatever he deemed his, was his."

"Even when it came to Toman. He took in everyone's problems and burdens as if they were his own," Draken continued to talk. Looking up at the ceiling. His tone was slightly softened, reminiscing his time in Toman.

You exhale through your nose. Hearing Draken talk about Mikey without ill will made you feel sympathetic.

Out of everyone in the room, he knew Mikey the longest. Not only as his commander but his friend. You could only imagine how Draken feels, hearing how differently Mikey is leading Kanto. As well as his treatment of other people compared to before.

Thinking about Kanto made you remember the gang Takemichi was forming. You turn your head to blonde. "You were acting commander for Toman once," you started, "How'd you do it?"

"Huh...? Do what?" Takemichi tilts his head to the side.

"How'd you band all those guys together?" You rephrase your question.

"Oh, during the Kanto Incident?" Takemichi puts a hand on his chin, looking up to think. "Well... It was all thanks to my friends really," he says smiling, "Most of Toman knew we'd be done for if we fought Tenjiku without our commanders. But the first division... The captains... Chifuyu. They all vouched for me!"

"So you didn't band them together," you said flatly.

Takemichi makes an ack sound. "Uh! No..." He replies meekly, shifting his gaze from you.

You put your face in your palms, "We're doomed...!"

"ALREADY?!" Takemichi jumps up, "Come on, [Y/N]! If you and I work hard enough, I'm sure we'll get a good team!"

You look up at the blonde, "Team of what...? THREE?!" You exclaim, feeling pessimistic. "Since they merged with Rokuhara and Brahman, they're probably bigger than Tenjiku was!"

"Don't worry!" Takemichi grins, "I already have a few people in mind!"

The blonde stands up and turns his body to fully face Draken. The tall boy raises a brow at his friend. Without a second wasted, Takemichi bows into a perfect ninety-degree angle in front of him.