In Another Life (Tokyo Revengers: Chifuyu's fanfic)

Part 15: Church Brawl

It was the moment that had been anticipated, the crucial juncture where Chifuyu and Takemichi would confront Taiju, poised to alter the course of the future. Before heading out to the decisive battle, Chifuyu made a stop at your house to deliver the news personally. Conscious of not alarming your mom, who knew him as a well-mannered young man, he opted to wait outside rather than risk her seeing him in his complete Toman uniform.

In the quiet before departure, Chifuyu stood outside your home, perhaps fidgeting with nervous energy or mentally preparing for the impending clash. His presence conveyed a sense of determination and duty, knowing the weight of the mission ahead. For your mom, who held a fond impression of Chifuyu as a respectful and responsible individual, the sight of him in his Toman attire might have been a stark contrast to her usual perception.

As you stood with Chifuyu outside your apartment, admiring his Toman uniform, you couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and concern. Your own uniform was safely hidden away in your closet, a precaution to keep it out of your mom's sight, knowing she might not understand its significance.

"Going so soon?" you asked, breaking the momentary silence that hung between you. Chifuyu nodded, his smile carrying a hint of determination tempered with a touch of apprehension. The weight of their mission was evident in his demeanor.

Then, unexpectedly, Chifuyu reached into his uniform and pulled out a white sash. It was a symbol you recognized instantly—Baji's sash, a mark of leadership and honor within Toman. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized the significance of this gesture.

"This sash is Baji's," Chifuyu explained, his voice tinged with reverence for his friend and former leader. The sash symbolized not just authority, but a legacy of loyalty and strength that was now entrusted to them, especially in this critical moment.

As Chifuyu handed you Baji's white sash, you accepted it with a mix of reverence and solemnity. It was a simple yet profound symbol, carrying the weight of memories and the legacy of a former leader. As you held the sash in your hands, running your fingers over the fabric, you couldn't help but feel a sense of connection to Baji himself, as if his presence lingered within its folds.

"It's just a normal white sash," you thought to yourself, but you knew it meant much more than that. It embodied the courage, determination, and sacrifices of those who had come before, particularly Baji. You frowned slightly, your thoughts drifting to the challenges that lay ahead and the responsibility now entrusted to Takemichi as the new captain of Toman.

"You're giving this to Takemichi, right? Because he's our new captain," you voiced your realization to Chifuyu, affirming the significance of passing on Baji's legacy. Your words carried a weight of acceptance and determination, acknowledging the continuity of leadership within Toman despite the turbulent times. With a sense of purpose, you gently handed the sash back to Chifuyu.

"Yeah, it's important for me and for you too," Chifuyu's voice broke through the quiet night air, drawing your attention back to him. You nodded slightly in acknowledgment, your thoughts still lingering on the weight of Baji's sash and the imminent battle ahead.

Turning away, you gazed up at the starry sky, the cold winter night enveloping you. Snowflakes drifted lazily down, adding to the serene atmosphere. In the distance, colorful lights twinkled, a reminder of the festive Christmas spirit that contrasted with the seriousness of the moment.

"I wonder, is Baji watching us right now?" you mused aloud, the question hanging in the crisp air. It was a thought that often crossed your mind during pivotal moments like these, seeking reassurance or guidance from a presence that felt both distant and ever-present.

Chifuyu joined you, his gaze following yours up to the midnight sky. Silently, he nodded in response to your question, his expression thoughtful yet resolute. "Yeah, I'm sure he is," he affirmed softly, his belief unwavering in the idea that their departed friend watched over them, offering silent encouragement in their moments of doubt.