I'd let the world burn for you... || Tokyo Revengers

Takemichi-Takemitchy

A few years later

Kaiya sat quietly in the familiar restaurant, a place that held countless memories of a time when her brother was still by her side, along with Mikey and the others. It was Mikey's favorite spot, the same place where they used to gather as a close-knit group, sharing meals and laughter. The atmosphere, filled with the soft murmur of conversations and the clatter of dishes, brought a wave of nostalgia that tugged at her heart. She missed those days, and more than anything, she missed her brother.

Kazutora's absence had left a void in her life that no amount of letters or secondhand news could fill. His behavior had grown increasingly erratic, leading to his confinement in juvie, where visits were no longer allowed. Her only connection to him now was through the letters she wrote and the rare snippets of information she gleaned from others who had been released. It was a painful, distant relationship, but it was all she had.

She absently stirred her drink, occasionally sipping through the straw as she waited. Today, she was meeting Mikey and Draken, just a casual gathering among friends. It wasn't anything special, but it was these small moments that helped keep her grounded. This restaurant had become a place of comfort for her, a link to the past and the friendships that had endured despite everything.

Kaiya's outfit reflected her unique blend of strength and elegance. She wore a black off-the-shoulder top with long sleeves that flared slightly at the ends, adding a touch of sophistication to her look. The top was paired with a high-waisted, pleated mini skirt in a light color with a subtle plaid pattern, which contrasted nicely with her dark top. Knee-high black boots completed the ensemble, their sleek design adding a hint of edginess that matched her personality.

As soon as she spotted Mikey and Draken entering the restaurant, she stood up and waved, her smile brightening at the sight of them. Draken, always the reliable friend, waved back with a warm smile, while Mikey's eyes lingered on her as they approached. He couldn't help but admire how Kaiya seemed to grow more beautiful with each passing year. There was something about her presence that drew people in—a quiet strength paired with a grace that was uniquely her own.

Mikey's gaze softened as he took in her outfit, noting how effortlessly she balanced style and strength. It was clear that Kaiya had grown in more ways than one since the days when they were all together, yet the bond they shared remained unbreakable.

As they reached her, Mikey offered her a small, appreciative smile. 

- "You look great, Kaiya," he remarked, his tone light but genuine.

- "Thanks, Mikey," she replied, her eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and the deep connection she felt to her friends. Despite the changes in their lives, moments like these reminded her that some things, like their friendship, remained constant.

As they settled into their seats, a waitress approached to take their orders. After they had each requested their usual meals, Kaiya leaned forward slightly, her curiosity piqued.

- "It took you long enough. Did something happen?" she asked, her voice laced with mild concern as the waitress walked away.

Mikey, who had been lazily resting his chin in his hand, suddenly perked up, a flicker of excitement lighting up his eyes. 

- "I made a new pal," he said, his gaze locking with hers. There was a subtle note of interest in his voice, as if this new guy had genuinely caught his attention.

Draken, sitting across from them, took over the explanation, his tone serious. 

- "Some fucker from the 3rd Division was organizing fighting rings with so-called slaves. A guy named Masataka Kiyomizu. And he did all of this while bragging about being part of Toman. We had a short meeting about this before coming here with Pah. That's why we were late." Draken explained, his voice tinged with irritation. Mikey, meanwhile, slumped slightly against the table, looking half-asleep but still listening.