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Amamiya (Y/N) is the fearless and intimidating Student Council President of Mizo Middle School with a reputation of being a ruthless tyrant especially to rule-breakers. She had a deep hatred for delinquents and would ditch them...
Author's Note: Cussing. Profanities. Spoilers from manga. Looong chapter.Fluff
The following events will happen in the new timeline both Mikey and Takemichi had created after their last time leaping.
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MIKEY
"MANJIRO..."
"Manjiro..."
"Oi, Manjiro! Wake up, you lazy brat!"
I opened my eyes at the sound of an oddly familiar voice, waking me up from what seemed to be a long dream. The morning light streamed through the windows, illuminating a warm ambiance in the room. I rubbed the sleep from my droopy eyes and sluggishly propped myself to sit on the bed. My mind was still foggy from the remnants of my dream that felt like a distant memory. Looking around, I noticed that the arrangement in my bedroom was quite different than the last time I remembered. Confusion washed over me as I tried to figure out my surroundings.
Where the hell am I?
"Oi, Manjiro! What are you still dozing off for? It's time for breakfast!"
I darted my gaze toward the doorway and I was astounded to see who it was.
"Shinichiro..." I muttered in disbelief as I stared at my older brother who was supposed to be dead for years. Wait, am I still asleep? This must be a dream, right? How could Shinichiro be here, alive and well? I tried to pinch my cheek hard to make sure I wasn't dreaming, but the sharp pain confirmed that this was all too real.
It can't be, right? Did I miss something?
I scratched my hair out of confusion and realized it had become shorter than its usual long locks. I looked down at my hands, and to my utter astonishment, they were smaller and younger as if I had regressed in age.
Wait, don't tell me...
I struggled to make sense of it all and stumbled out of the bed, dashing off toward the bathroom without a word to Shinichiro. Staring at my own reflection in front of the mirror, I had my suspicions confirmed.
I traveled back to the past.
The face staring back at me was undeniably mine, but way younger. I was in the body of my eight-year-old self with the mindset of a seventeen-year-old teenager. How on earth did this happen? Was this how Takemitchy felt when he first time leaped to the past?
I tried to piece all my fragmented memories together and recalled the events that led up to this situation. Two years after I disbanded Toman, I formed a new gang in Tokyo and named it the Kanto Manji Gang. I gathered the strongest and most loyal members from different factions to create a powerful force that would soon dominate the underworld of Japan.
That dark goal, however, was cut short as the Takemitchy from the future surprisingly came back to our time once more to change my fate and help me fight against my dark impulse. The curse had eventually lifted but it came with an ultimate price; it cost Takemitchy his own life.
