Visiting the future (I)

119 7 1
                                    

In the aftermath of everything that transpired between Valhalla and Toman, Kazutora found himself engulfed by the silence of his prison cell, forced to confront the chaos of his actions. The stillness weighed heavily on him, offering no distraction from the turmoil in his mind. He reflected on Keisuke's sacrifice—the painful reality that he had been too blinded by rage and delusion to recognize the purity of Keisuke's intentions. Keisuke had tried to protect him, to save him from the path of destruction, and yet Kazutora had ignored the warning signs, spiraling further into madness.

But what truly haunted him now was the damage he had done to his relationship with his sister, Kaiya. He never thought, in the darkest corners of his mind, that he would ever hit her. Yet, he had, and the shame of it made his chest tighten. The memory of her striking him back—something he had never imagined she would do—was a blow that went deeper than any physical wound. And the worst part? He knew he deserved it. He had pushed her to that point, and the guilt was suffocating.

Kazutora replayed the memories of his sister in his mind, the lengths she had gone to protect him, even from their own father. She had always been his shield, enduring pain and hardship just to see him smile. The only reason he had that beloved motorcycle was because she had managed to get money from their father, enduring whatever she had to in order to make it happen. And yet, he had been so wrapped up in his own world of hatred that he forgot what she had sacrificed for him.

His motorcycle. The thought almost made him laugh bitterly. It was never really his—it was hers, always had been, but she never claimed it. The moment he was released from juvie, she gave it back to him without a second thought, leaving herself dependent on him for rides, a silent testament to her selflessness. And how had he repaid her? With pain, both physical and emotional. He remembered how she wouldn't even eat until he did, how she bore the weight of his sins without complaint. He had taken her for granted, never appreciating her like she deserved.

There were no words to express how deeply he regretted it all. In the quiet of his cell, Kazutora felt the crushing weight of remorse, knowing that he had hurt the one person who had always stood by him, and the shame of that realization was something he knew he would carry for the rest of his life.

After the brutal fight, Mikey took Kaiya on his motorcycle, with Draken following close behind. The sound of the engine was drowned by the weight of the silence between them, but it wasn't the uncomfortable kind. Kaiya, her body battered and bruised, clung to Mikey, her thoughts heavy with guilt. As they sped toward the nearby hospital, she mustered the strength to apologize.

- "I'm sorry for leaving Toman," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the wind.

Mikey didn't hesitate in his response, his voice calm and understanding.

- "There's no need to apologize, Kaiya. I know why you did it. I don't blame you."

She felt a small wave of relief wash over her. Mikey's words carried more weight than she had expected. 

Draken added:

- "She never fought against us, even when Toman members attacked her, Mikey. She dodged their strikes, and all she cared about was reaching you, patching you up."

His reassurance settled her troubled heart. Things between them were fine. She wasn't just returning to Toman—she was coming back as the leader of the Medical Division, the role that had always been hers.

But while things were smoothing over with Mikey, it was a different story back home. May was far from pleased when she found out about the smashed window on the first floor of her house. One of the neighbors had called to inform her, and the police had been notified, suspecting a break-in. May had been gripped by panic, immediately fearing for her daughter, Akira, who wasn't answering her phone. In reality, Akira had ignored her mother's calls, assuming it was just to scold her for sneaking off to a Halloween party.

I'd let the world burn for you... || Tokyo RevengersWhere stories live. Discover now