Take a chance | mikey

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"Mikey, I don't think Draken's here," I said, my voice steady despite the chaos still buzzing around us. "They just lured you in."

His grip on my shoulders tightened for a moment, and I could see the realization dawning in his eyes. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath.

But I knew it, and now he did too—this was a trap.

Mikey frowned, his jaw clenched. "I don't want you to come with me. You'll be in danger again."

"Mikey, I'm fine. I can protect myself," I insisted, my voice steady despite the adrenaline still coursing through me. "Let's not waste time. Let's go."

He hesitated for a moment before nodding, his resolve hardening. We jumped back on his bike, and as we sped off, I grabbed my phone and tried calling Emma. The line kept ringing, but she wasn't picking up. My worry deepened with every second of silence.

As we sped through the streets, the first drops of rain began to fall, light at first, then quickly turning into a heavy downpour. The rain soaked us within moments, plastering my hair against my face and making it hard to see clearly. Mikey didn't slow down; if anything, he seemed to push the bike even harder, as if trying to outrun the storm that was brewing both in the sky and in our situation.

By the time we reached the parking lot near the festival, we were drenched, rainwater dripping off our clothes and pooling around our feet as we dismounted the bike. The downpour added to the chaos, the water splashing underfoot as we moved through the thick crowd that had gathered.

And then we saw it. Draken on the ground, his head bleeding, surrounded by a group of Moebius members. Takemichi and Mitsuya stood beside him, soaked to the bone but unyielding, trying to hold off the attackers. Emma was off to the side, her eyes wide with fear, rain mingling with the tears that streaked down her face.

Takemichi exclaimed, "Mikey-kun!"

I could see the relief wash over their faces, while fear rippled through the Moebius members.

Mikey dismounted the bike and began walking forward. "I see. You called me out elsewhere so you could attack Kenchin."

I followed behind Mikey and approached Emma.

Mikey continued, "So you're planning to blame this on me and split Toman in half?" His gaze was fixed on Peh-yan.

Peh-yan responded, "I just want to save Pah-chin—"

Mikey cut him off, his voice cold and piercing. "This is not how you do things. Who told you to do this?"

Just then, an unfamiliar figure stepped in, a smirk playing on his lips. "Huh? That's unexpected. Didn't know you were that sharp in the head."

Mikey glanced at him nonchalantly. "Who are you?" he asked, his tone indifferent.

"How dull. It doesn't matter who I am. But I'm in charge of Moebius. For this moment, at least. I'm Hanma."

Mikey's eyes narrowed as he faced Hanma. "So you're the squirming creep behind all of this," he said, his voice dripping with disdain.

Hanma chuckled, his grin widening. "You're a pain in the ass, Mikey—"

Before Hanma could finish his sentence, Mikey moved in a flash, aiming a powerful kick at him. But to everyone's shock, Hanma raised his arm and blocked the attack with his hand.

"Shit, that hurts," Hanma muttered, shaking off the impact.

A wave of disbelief washed over the onlookers, and my heart skipped a beat. Mikey's kicks were legendary. I've heard how they could take down anyone in an instant. The fact that Hanma had blocked it so effortlessly sent a jolt of fear through me. How strong was this guy? What if Mikey was in real danger?

My eyes darted between Mikey and Hanma, a cold knot of worry forming in my stomach.

Hanma stood there with that twisted grin, the sick pleasure of a challenge evident in his eyes. "There's no need to rush, Mikey. My goal is to crush Toman. But it's a pain, so I was trying to make you fight among yourselves. But well... it worked out in the end. Because now I can take on the 'Invincible Mikey' and kill you with my own hands."

Hanma's voice rang out with a twisted excitement as he barked orders to his crew. "It's 100 guys from Moebius versus 4 from Toman. Don't wuss out like last time. I'm not soft like Osanai."

"Yes, sir!" the Moebius members shouted in unison, their voices echoing with a mix of fear and resolve.

Hanma's grin widened, eyes gleaming with sadistic delight as he added, "If you run away, I'll hunt you down and beat you till all your teeth are gone."

Suddenly, the roar of engines filled the air, growing louder by the second as a sea of headlights cut through the darkness. The sound was unmistakable—Toman was here. The tension shifted as the rest of the Tokyo Manji Gang arrived, their presence immediately boosting our spirits. I glanced around, seeing familiar faces among the crowd of bikes. The captains were all here, each one of them ready to stand by Mikey's side.

Mikey's gaze softened, and a small, satisfied smile spread across his face as he watched his gang roll in. 

Draken, who had been injured but was far from beaten, pushed himself to his feet and moved to stand beside Mikey. His usual confident smirk was back in place as he looked out over the scene. "A big brawl on the day of the festival, it makes your blood pumpin', doesn't it, Mikey?" Draken's voice was steady, filled with that familiar mix of toughness and camaraderie that made him who he was.

Mikey's laughter broke the tension. It was a sound full of adrenaline and excitement, completely unfazed by the chaos around us. "You're right, Kenchin," he replied, his grin widening.

Mikey's voice cut through the night like a battle cry, sharp and commanding. "Let's go!" he yelled, and just like that, the tension snapped, unleashing the chaos we'd all been bracing for.

The fight erupted all at once, a whirlwind of fists, kicks, and raw energy. Toman's members clashed with Moebius, the air filled with the sounds of battle, shouts, grunts, and the sickening thud of blows landing.

I quickly moved closer to Emma, who still looked worried despite the arrival of Toman. Her hands were clenched tight, her eyes wide as she watched the chaos unfold. I could see the fear etched into her expression, the kind that comes when the people you care about are thrown into danger.

I placed a hand on her arm, trying to offer some reassurance. "They'll be okay," I said, more to convince myself than her. Emma nodded, but her eyes didn't leave Draken. We both knew that in a brawl like this, anything could happen.

Emma's eyes widened with sudden realization. "Where's Hina?" she gasped, turning to me with urgency. The worry in her voice sliced through the chaos around us. "We need to find her, make sure she's safe!"

My heart skipped a beat at the thought. In all the confusion, I hadn't even thought about Hina. I glanced around quickly, trying to spot her in the sea of bodies, but it was impossible to see anything clearly in the midst of the brawl.

"You're right," I said, my voice steady despite the rising panic inside me. "Let's go."