TRIGGER WARNING:
THIS STORY MIGHT CONTAIN GANGS, VIOLENCE, UNDERAGE DRINKING, DRUG USE, NUDITY, POLICE VIOLENCE, AND SWEARING. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. (You realize it's Akira, right) (I put might cause I'm not really sure yet.)
You were sitting at Hariyuka when a kid who looked to be about your age walked in. He seemed to care a lot about his appearance, dressed in all red, and you were almost sure that you've seen him somewhere.. you just didn't know where. This day marked your 10th day of playing hooky from school, and you decided to get a drink to treat yourself. After paying, you got off the barstool. A taller teen bursted in and whispered to the kid in the red. You closed the door and it was immediately opened again, they walked out, pushing by you as they went up the stairs. You got your bike as soon as they sped out, and you were slightly annoyed that they seemed to be going in the same direction as you. You followed behind them, they were going on the same route. There was another group, you recognized them as the "Clowns." You heard of them from whispers from kids in your school, but you didn't know much about them, except that their home-base was in the industrial area. A large explosion went off behind you, you looked behind you and saw that one of the Clowns had thrown a makeshift grenade. You went into an alley and saw a kid was leaned over his bike. He looked injured, his shoulder was ripped up and there was blood pouring out of it, into his hand that was gripping his shoulder.
You skidded to a halt. "Shit! Are you ok? That looks bad.." He tried to cover it up with his sleeve. "It's n-nothing!" You saw his knees, they were bloodied too. The cuts looked pretty deep. "It's definitely something." You said, digging in your bag. You pulled out some large bandages and peroxide. "It's not that big of a deal!" He said, looking around the alley, for what you did not know. "Gimme your leg." You said, cutting straight to the point. He reluctantly obliged, unfolding his leg. "This'll sting." You poured some peroxide on the wound and the boy winced. You did the same to his other leg, and took the bandage and wrapped it around both of them. You got close to his shoulder, and poured peroxide on it too. "Do you go to the "Vocational Training Shithole?" You asked. "Yeah." He responded. "Are you friends with the guy in the red jacket? I've seen you guys around there." You said, thinking back ten days to the last time you were there. "Uh... yeah, I guess.." He said, mumbling a little. You wrapped the bandage around his arm. "All patched up!" You said, standing up. "I guess I'll see you there soon enough... I miss my dorm." The boy nodded. "Are you ok to ride?" You asked. He stretched. "Yeah, I'm good. What's your name?" "Y/N L/N. Yours?" You asked. "Tetsuo. Tetsuo Shima." He said. You got on your bike and sped off. "See you around!" You shouted behind you.
