#Tokyo Rev OC

[windywriter]

A Commission I got done of my tkrv oc Murasaki and Kakucho by @caffstrink! They're really good so I definitely recommend them!

[tomans-darlings-au]

When You're The Exact Same Height As The Invincible Mikey But You're Type In Men Might As Well Be Trees

Sora: FUCK!

[asirensrage]

Saudade - Chapter 10

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Mikey x OC, Hanma x OC, Ran x OC, Mikey x OC x Draken Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Warnings: swearing, violence, threats of violence, murder, smoking, sex, consensual sex between teenagers, alcohol, recreational drug use, mention of trafficking, torture, family neglect, mentions of sexual violence. isekai OC. memory loss. unbeta’d **warnings are not exhaustive** Summary: No one seems to realize she doesn’t belong until she finally runs into her “new” brother, Hanagaki Takemichi. Now, hearing his story, Takara makes the choice to help him and hopefully find her way home, but faking it til you make it only lasts so long when you start losing the memories of the life you had before. As Takemichi becomes the only family she’s ever known, how far will she go to protect him?

notes: Thank you all so much for reading this and for your comments. They mean the world to me. I'm so glad you're enjoying this. Please let me know what you think about this chapter. I'd love to hear your theories about what's going to happen. 😏

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She doesn’t sleep.

How can she when she has to sort through the shit in her head? She doesn’t regret her choice to threaten Taiju. He nearly killed Takemichi and she’s not prepared to let him die, now or in the future. She’s already planned to do whatever it takes to keep him alive. Accepting Toman’s help would be another shackle around her neck. She’d be subjected to the orders of Mikey and the other leaders…including Kisaki. On her own she would have less protection, but she’d be free to make her own choices. 

She ignores the texts that make her phone buzz and instead buries herself in her blankets. It would be easier if she didn’t give a shit about her brother, but Takemichi is the only one she has. He’s the only one who knows she doesn’t really belong here and that…he’s the only one who actually sees her. She has to protect that. 

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By the next morning, the bruise on her face is mostly yellow with some splotches of red, but the one on her side where she took the direct hit was a mix of red, dark blues and purple. It is a bit hard to see. It hurts like hell though now. The lack of sleep didn’t help, nor did the call demanding her presence at a meeting she definitely didn’t belong at. She was also warned not to bring her roller blades which felt like a punishment already. 

“What happened to you?” Takemichi cries out the moment he sees her. 

“A funny thing happened on the way to the market…” she says lightly, hoping she could avoid telling him. Considering the order she received to follow her brother to the meeting, it isn’t likely. “I met the Black Dragon giant last night.”

Takemichi drops the cup he’s holding in shock before darting over to her. “Are you alright?! Did he do this?! Was it because of me?”

She winces and steps out of his hold, shoving his hands down so he stops touching her face. “Knock it off. I’m fine. I just had something to tell him.”

“What could you possibly need to tell the leader of the Black Dragons?” he asks, looking at her incredulously. 

“That if he ever touches my family again, I’ll kill him.” 

Her brother’s mouth drops open, staring at her in shock. “What?!”

She ignores him, grabbing something to eat for breakfast. She gets enough to make some for her brother as well. She goes through the motions of cooking, keeping an eye out for their parents. None of them are around, or if they are, they’re avoiding them. It feels weird. Parents should be more invested in her opinion. Or maybe that’s just what she was used to. 

“Takara, tell me you didn’t threaten that monster!”

“Okay, I won’t.”

“Taka!”

“Take!” she quips back. “Hurry up and eat. I gotta go with you to your meeting because of this,” she motions to her face. 

“You’re like five feet tall! He’s ginormous! He could kill you, Takara! He wanted to kill me!”

“Yeah, but you’re the idiot who doesn’t know how to duck.” 

“What?!”

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They continue to go back and forth, heading to meet the others until Takemichi stops her to admit that she’s not the only one who did something without thinking last night. 

“You told Chifuyu?!”

“I didn’t mean to! It just slipped out and then the next thing I knew, I was saying everything!” 

“And he believed you?”

“Yeah, he said it made sense. That it was like I was two different people at times.” 

She falls silent. It was true. The Takemichi standing before her now is familiar and comfortable. It’s the one who actually feels like her brother. His present self that returns when he leaves back to the future…it doesn’t feel the same. 

“This will be good,” Takemichi says. “Another person on our side! Who can help me.”

The way he says it rankles, digging into an old wound when it sounds like she’s not good enough. She swallows the feeling back, knowing her brother is an idiot and probably didn’t mean the way it sounds. “Sure.” 

“On the inside,” he says quickly as if he realizes he made a mistake. “With Toman.”

She sighs. “I get it, Takemichi.” Takara shoves her hands in her pockets and continues to walk, her brother following quickly behind. “Don’t worry about it.” 

“Are you sure? I really didn’t mean that you can’t help me! I just meant that having someone in the gang who knows the people better than either of us do…”

She tunes him out. This Takemichi doesn’t know that she’s been dragged into a friendship with Draken and Mikey. He doesn’t know that Hanma has hounded her for her attention and that there’s a bet out there to sleep with her. It’s driving in the reminder that she’s alone in this world, that she doesn’t belong here. 

Takara hasn’t made friends outside of being adopted by her brother’s friends. Her parents here have only acknowledged her when she was arrested after trying to save Baji. The only reason she’s not failing school is because it was driven into her as a child that failure was not an option. All she has is Takemichi and the sports she keeps telling herself she’ll join again but she hasn’t because it’s not the same. She doesn’t have anyone telling her she needs to do something. She’s left to her own devices and she’s floundering. 

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The only ones who don’t look surprised to see her when she shows up at the executive meeting are Mikey and Draken. Hanma stands instantly, gaze darkening as he takes in the bruise on her face but he’s prevented from heading towards her both by Kisaki’s hand on his arm and Mikey calling her forward. 

She straightens her shoulders, ignoring the looks of concern she’s getting from Mitsuya and his vice-captain she knows she’s met before, and the confusion from the others she doesn’t completely recognize. 

Mikey moves forward from where he’s sitting, perched above the rest like a king on his throne. He leans down, face turning as he inspects the damage. “It’s not that bad.”

Draken has his arms crossed, watching them. “Lift up your shirt.”

“Hey!” Takemichi protests. “That’s my sister!”

“Not like that!” he shouts back, sounding annoyed at the accusation. “She’s injured.”

She glares over at Draken but he stares back, unimpressed. She exhales sharply as she lifts up the side of the shirt she’s wearing, trying not to wince at the pain the motion creates. 

Someone swears. 

“Takara!” her brother cries out. “You said you were fine!”

“I am fine!” She jolts to the side when Mikey pokes her bruise. “Ow!” She swipes at his hand, forcing it down instantly. “Stop that!” 

He moves back to his perch. “What happened?” 

“You mean Draken didn’t tell you?”

“I want to hear it from you. Everyone here should.” 

“Your choice will impact ours,” Draken says, reminding her of what’s coming. 

She can practically feel Hanma’s gaze burning into her back. “Fine. I came home yesterday to find my brother beaten to hell. He told me what happened. I…picked up my bat and left, tracking the giant asshole down, which wasn’t hard by the way,” she admits. “I rolled up on him, broke my bat across his head and gave him a warning that if he ever touched my brother again, I’d kill him.” 

There’s a moment of silence as her words are processed. Someone behind her laughs. 

“The bruises are because he managed to hit me once on the side. I crashed into a wall,” she motions to her face. 

“You’re saying you hit Taiju Shiba?” She looks back to see that the one who asked was one of the guys she doesn’t recognize with blond hair. 

“Princess does pack a strong hit,” Hanma grins. “Especially with a weapon.”

“It’s sports equipment,” Takara says. “And yeah, I hit him.” 

“You’re…tiny.”

“No shit.” She turns back to Mikey. “I ran into Draken after. I didn’t know about the rules or anything like that. He told me I gotta choose which direction I want to go in after that.”

“What?” Takemichi interrupts. “What choice?”

She ignores her brother.

“Did you?” Draken asks. 

“Yeah,” Takara nods. It was an easy one when it came down to it. “I’ll remain unaffliated with Toman.”

“You’re sure?” Draken asks, looking between her and Mikey who hasn’t looked away from her. “You know what that means.” 

“Yeah. No protection but it’s fine.”

“It’s fucking stupid!” She rolls her eyes at Hanma’s voice and doesn’t bother to turn to look at him. “Come on, princess!”

“I don’t need your opinion,” she snaps, glancing back at him. 

He scowls darkly. “What? You think the fucking Haitanis are going to protect you?”

“Haitani?” Multiple people ask, a mixture of confusion and accusation. 

“You running with another gang?” the blond one she doesn’t know asks. It sounds more like an accusation. 

“I’m not running with any gang,” Takara says, looking back at him in confusion. “I went to a rink and they found me. They just wanted to talk,” she shrugs. 

“About what?” the blond asks before taking a step towards her.

“Mucho!” Draken snaps. “She’s not a traitor.”

“Can’t betray anything I’m not a part of,” Takara adds. She rocks back on her heels slightly, wishing she was wearing her skates. Despite the confidence she has in her brother having her back, he’s a terrible fighter and she’s starting to feel cornered. 

“Are you sure?” Mikey asks, eyes meeting hers as he ignores the others. He’s steadfast as he waits, exuding confidence as he acts as the leader he is. It’s such a contrast to how she’s seen him when it’s just her and Draken. 

Takara nods. “I thought about the pros and cons last night. I’d rather be free and face the consequences. No offence.”

“None taken. Wait outside.” 

She nods again and leaves, ignoring the stares that watch her go. She can practically feel both Hanma and Takemichi wanting to say something. It’s a miracle her brother doesn’t.   

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She makes her way outside, sitting down in the dirt and leaning back against one of the walls. Her legs ache like she needs to stretch but the pain of her side and face are enough to ignore it.

Looking back, it was a bad idea to go after the giant. Still, she couldn’t get over her anger that led to her lashing out. Takemichi faced not only death now in the future but incarceration as well. He refused to tell her where she was, only that they weren’t close, and her day earlier with Ran and Rindou had been ruined by Hanma’s arrival. Mainly because of the possessive way he spoke about her to them and the fact that she knew it was only going to get worse if she enacted her plan. 

She leans back and closes her eyes, letting out a sigh. She wants to be back on the ice, a hockey stick in her hand and…and..she wants her family back. Her friends. She wants to not have to worry that her brother is going to die and there’s nothing she can do about it. She wants…to be able to remember what they look like. In detail. She can remember her brothers, her mother and father, but her friends' faces are slipping away. When she thinks of her friends, she only thinks of the people she knows here. 

A lump grows in her throat and she takes a deep breath, swallowing it back. It’s a constant ache that leaves her feeling empty and the worst part is she knows something is missing but she doesn’t know what it is. It’s like the way she likes things now she knows she didn’t before, not who she used to be. 

If she’s losing pieces of herself…what is she left with? Is she anyone except Takemichi’s sister? 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

She jolts in surprise, looking up to see Hanma storming towards her. The grief slips to the back of her mind as she forces herself to her feet to face off. “The fuck do you want?” she snarls back, instantly on guard. She sees the others coming out of the shack they had their meeting in, but they’re all moving slower than Hanma and she doesn’t see her brother yet. 

He moves closer as if he can force her back and corner her. 

She digs her metaphorical feet in and doesn’t back down. He’s not the first to attempt to cow her into submission with his size and he won’t be the last. “What the fuck do you want?” she repeats, slower this time, sharpening her words to a point as she glares up at him. 

“Why didn’t you come to me for help?”

“Why would I?” She asks, almost genuinely curious. “We’re not fucking friends, Hanma, and in case you haven’t noticed, I don’t want you around.”

“I would have helped you, princess,” he says, voice slightly softer than before as he stares down at her. Takara stares back, confused at the insistence and the way he’s looking at her. 

“Fuck off, I don’t need help.”

“Yeah, you made that fucking clear when you refused Toman’s. Why didn’t you ally with us?”

“Why the fuck would I trust you?” She asks, glaring up at him. “You forced a kiss on me the second time we met. You fought against my brother. You want to help me? Suck my dick.”

“Kara-chan. Come.” Mikey calls out, breaking the tension between the two of them. He’s emerged from the shack with Draken at his side and both her brother and Chifuyu following. 

“What am I, a dog?” she mutters before shoving her way past Hanma to join him. She gives him the finger before ignoring him completely as she follows Mikey.

“Takara–”

“We’ll talk later,” she murmurs to Takemichi as he tries to stop her. “Don’t worry.” She smiles at him before heading to meet Mikey at his bike. He climbs on and offers her a hand to get on behind him. He waits until she’s ready, feet on the pegs and arms wrapped around him, before he takes off, leaving everyone else behind.

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[mitsuyaswifetoasty]

I hate making my Ocs look sad but I keep having this idea in my head of her being really upset everytime someone goes to fight because of Halloween:(( I just relized Iv Never put her Name It’s Manri Baji SHES old as balls like 2019 old so that’s why she’s lazily written but I’m to attached to change her.

[khyiratw]

ᴏᴄ ʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇꜱ ᴡ/ ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪʏᴏ <3

ᴍᴇ? ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ? ɪ'ᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴄᴄᴜꜱᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ! /ꜱᴀʀᴄ

ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ, ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ, ʏᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏᴄ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ʙɪᴏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴜᴘ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴀɪɴ. ɪ ʜᴀᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ 1 ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴋʏᴏ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ, ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʙʀᴀɪɴʀᴏᴛ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ (ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ʙʏ ᴇxᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ). </3

ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ɪ ᴅᴏ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴀʀᴛ ᴍʏ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ @xxroseeclipsexx ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀ ꜱᴛʏʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ! ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ɢᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴀʀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇꜱ ɪᴛ.

(ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴ 2005 ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ. ;ᴅ)

ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏꜱ, ʙᴜᴄᴋʟᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ, 'ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ! (ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇʟʏ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ.)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴋʏᴏ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀꜱ. ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ, ꜱᴏ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴋᴇᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ꜱᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ. ᴀꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʟᴏᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴅɪᴠᴏʀᴄᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄꜱ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ/ʟᴏꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇʟꜰ.

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🚬 ʜᴇʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪʏᴏ ɪꜱʜɪʜᴀʀᴀ (月夜 石原), ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪꜱ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ ᴏʀ ᴋɪʏᴏ. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇʏ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛᴇɴɪɴɢꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴄᴀꜱᴇꜱ, ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ. ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ʜᴀꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜᴇʀ ᴛꜱᴜ-ᴄʜᴀɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ɪꜱ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜᴇʀ ʏᴏ-ʏᴏ. ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ʜᴇʀ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ 100% ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ.

🚬 ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ꜱʜɪɴɪᴄʜɪʀᴏ'ꜱ, ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴛ ʜɪᴍ ʙʏ ᴘᴜʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴍɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ. ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ, ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪʏᴏ ᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅᴀʀʏ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴꜱ ꜰᴀɪʀʟʏ ꜰʀᴇQᴜᴇɴᴛʟʏ. ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ɪɴ 2003, ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ʜɪᴛ ʜᴇʀ ɪᴍᴍᴇɴꜱᴇʟʏ ʜᴀʀᴅ. ɪᴛ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ, ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ ��ʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴇ.

🚬 ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴅɪᴠᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴇᴇɴᴀɢᴇʀ, ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜱʜᴀᴋʏ ᴀᴛ ʙᴇꜱᴛ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴍ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀᴅ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴛᴏʀɴ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ꜱʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴅᴇᴀʀʟʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴜɢɢʟᴇꜱ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴠᴏʀᴄᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀɴᴏ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ.

🚬 ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪʏᴏ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ꜱʜɪɴɪᴄʜɪʀᴏ. ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱɪᴅᴇ, ɪᴛ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴜʙᴅᴜᴇᴅ. ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀɢᴏ, ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪʏᴏ ꜱᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ, ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ɢɪʀʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴇ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴄᴜᴛᴇ, ɢɪʀʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ, ʜᴀᴅ ᴀꜱᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴀʟꜱ ɪɴ ʟɪꜰᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ ᴀ ʟɪᴠᴇʟʏ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ. ꜱᴜʀᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴜʙʙᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴡᴀʏ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ɢʟᴀʀᴇ ᴅᴀɢɢᴇʀꜱ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏʀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴀꜱꜱʏ ʀᴇᴍᴀʀᴋ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴇ. ᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ꜱᴀᴡ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏꜱ. ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀɴɢ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴜɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀꜱ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴘᴜɴᴄʜ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴘɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰꜰ. ʜᴇʟʟ, ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴘᴇɴᴄʜᴀɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄᴀᴜꜱɪɴɢ ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰᴜɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛᴏᴏ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ꜱᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ꜱʜɪɴɪᴄʜɪʀᴏ'ꜱ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴇꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ ᴛᴏʀᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜʀᴇᴅꜱ ᴏɴ ᴀ ꜰᴜɴᴅᴀᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʟᴇᴠᴇʟ, ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴜʀɴ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴊᴏʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʟɪꜰᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇꜱꜱɪᴍɪꜱᴛɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴘᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ꜱʜᴇʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ. ꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜱᴀʙᴏᴛᴀɢᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇɢᴜʟᴀʀ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀꜱ. ꜱʜᴇ Qᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀʀʙᴏʀ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇx ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʟᴏꜱɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ. ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ꜰᴜɴᴄᴛɪᴏɴɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴏᴄɪᴇᴛʏ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ, ꜱʜᴇ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ꜱɪʙʟɪɴɢꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ʙʏ ᴇxᴛᴇɴꜱɪᴏɴ, ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴍᴀɴ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛ, ᴅʀᴇᴀᴅꜰᴜʟ ꜰᴏʀᴍ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ɪᴍᴘᴏꜱᴇᴅ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀᴛᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴏᴜʟ, ꜱʜᴇ'ᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴛᴇᴘ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴋɪᴅꜱ. ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪꜰ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ.

🚬 ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴄᴀᴅᴇ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴠᴇʀᴀɢᴇ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴏᴋʏᴏ ᴍᴀɴᴊɪ ɢᴀɴɢ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɪꜱ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴ ᴏꜰꜰɪᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀɴɢ. ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ, ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴏʙ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀɴɢ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ. ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀɴɢ ᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ… ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ꜱʜɪᴛʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ꜱᴄᴀʀʏ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɴᴇᴄᴇꜱꜱᴀʀʏ.

🚬 ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴏᴍᴀɴ'ꜱ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴄᴏɴꜰʟɪᴄᴛꜱ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛʟʏ ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴʏ ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ʀᴇꜱᴏʀᴛ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ ɪᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴜɴɪꜱʜᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ʜᴀʀꜱʜᴇʀ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴘᴏʟɪᴄᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴍɪᴋᴇʏ, ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴀꜱ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴏᴍᴀɴ, ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴠᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴀʀᴍ'ꜱ ᴡᴀʏ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴄᴀᴘᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴀɴᴅʟɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ.

🚬 ᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ, ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪʏᴏ'ꜱ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ ᴅʀᴀꜱᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇꜱ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇꜱ ɪɴ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴀᴋᴇᴍɪᴄʜɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴠᴏɪᴅ ɪᴛ. ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛ ʀᴇꜱᴜʟᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴜɴᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟʟᴀʙʟᴇ ᴜʀɢᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇʟꜰ-ꜱᴀʙᴏᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴘᴇʀᴄᴇɪᴠᴇᴅ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀɪʟᴜʀᴇ. ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ, ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ. ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ, ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴇɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ꜱᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʙʏ ꜱᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴀꜱꜱᴏᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇꜱᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ.

🚬 ᴅᴇꜱᴘɪᴛᴇ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴇɴ ꜱᴏ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴꜱ, ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛʟʏ ꜰᴇʟʟ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ꜱʜɪɴɪᴄʜɪʀᴏ ᴅɪᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇꜱ ᴜᴘ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴀʟ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴜᴘ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴇxɪꜱᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴜʀɴꜱ ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜᴍꜱᴛᴀɴᴄᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇꜱ ɪꜱ… ᴍᴇꜱꜱʏ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀꜱᴛ.

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🚬 ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪʏᴏ'ꜱ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ɪꜱ ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ, ꜱʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏꜱ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ʏᴇʟʟᴏᴡꜱ.

🚬 ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏᴋʏᴏ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇʀꜱ ʜᴀꜱ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ꜱᴀɴʀɪᴏ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʙꜱ, ɪ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪʏᴏ'ꜱ ᴀꜱꜱᴏᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴄʜɪꜰꜰᴏɴ ɪꜰ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪx ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟʟᴀʙᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ.

🚬 ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛᴏᴍᴀɴ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ɢᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ, ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪʏᴏ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴀꜱꜱ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴀꜱ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴀɢᴇ ʙʏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴍᴀꜱᴋ. ᴛʜɪꜱ, ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀꜱᴇ, ꜰᴀɪʟᴇᴅ ᴍɪꜱᴇʀᴀʙʟʏ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴀᴛ ��ᴏᴜɴɢ-ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴅɪᴅ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴏ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀꜱ. ᴜɴꜰᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴀᴛᴇʟʏ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴜʟᴛ. ʜᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏɴ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ꜱᴏ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛᴏᴍᴀɴ'ꜱ ʜɪꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ɢᴀɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʟᴀʀɢᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜʏ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ ꜱᴏ ᴄᴀꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʀᴇꜰᴇʀʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀꜱ ʙɪɢ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀɴɢ'ꜱ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ ɴᴏᴡᴀᴅᴀʏꜱ. ɪᴛ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ.

🚬 ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴘᴀ ꜱᴀɴᴏ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴇꜱ ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪʏᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴛᴇꜱ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴏᴡɴ ɢʀᴀɴᴅᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ. ʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴅᴇꜰɪɴɪᴛᴇʟʏ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴏɴ ꜱᴇᴠᴇʀᴀʟ ᴏᴄᴄᴀꜱɪᴏɴꜱ ᴡʜʏ ɪɴ ɢᴏᴅ'ꜱ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ꜱʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴡɪʟʟɪɴɢʟʏ ʜᴀɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ɢʀᴀɴᴅꜱᴏɴ (ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ɪɴ ʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜɪɴɪᴄʜɪʀᴏ) ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟʏ ʙᴇ ᴜᴘꜱᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ. ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ, ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪꜱ ᴀꜰᴏʀᴇᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ɢʀᴀɴᴅꜱᴏɴ, ʜᴇ'ᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟʏ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ʟᴀᴅʏ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ.

🚬 ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜱʜɪɴɪᴄʜɪʀᴏ'ꜱ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ʜᴏʟɪᴅᴀʏꜱ (ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛᴀʙʟʏ, ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛᴍᴀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ). ꜱʜᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʙʀɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ. ᴇꜱꜱᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟʟʏ, ʜᴏʟɪᴅᴀʏꜱ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴛᴏᴏ ʜᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʜɪᴍ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛᴍᴀꜱ ᴅᴇᴄᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴀᴛ ʜɪꜱ ꜱʜᴏᴘ, ᴊᴏᴋɪɴɢʟʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ꜰᴜɴ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛʟᴇᴅ ʙʏ ꜰɪʀᴇᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ, ᴏʀ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛʟʏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴠᴀʟᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ ʜɪᴍ ɢᴇᴛ ᴘꜱʏᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ, ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ɢᴏɴᴇ. ʀᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ.

🚬 ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ꜱʜɪɴɪᴄʜɪʀᴏ'ꜱ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪʏᴏ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ɪɴ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅʀᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴀɴᴋᴇᴅ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴅʀᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴘʀɪᴍᴀʀɪʟʏ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ ᴘᴇʀɪᴏᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴏꜱᴘɪᴛᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʜᴇᴀʟᴛʜ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴꜱ.

🚬 ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪʏᴏ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴀʀ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴘʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴠᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅʏᴇ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜱ ᴏʀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ. ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʟᴏꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ɪꜰ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴀꜱ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ. ʜᴇʀ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴠᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅʏᴇ ᴏʀ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱʜᴀᴘᴇ ɪɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴀʏ Qᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴅʏᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴜᴛ ʜᴀᴘʜᴀᴢᴀʀᴅʟʏ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴛᴏᴜᴄʜᴇᴅ ꜱᴋɪɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇꜱ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ꜱʜᴇ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴍᴇᴛɪᴄᴜʟᴏᴜꜱʟʏ ᴘᴜᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ʀᴀʀᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀʀᴇʀ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴇꜰꜰᴏʀᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀꜱ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴꜱ.

🚬 ᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ꜱʜɪɴɪᴄʜɪʀᴏ'ꜱ ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪɴɢ, ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪʏᴏ ᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴘɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴀ ʜᴀʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴍᴏᴋɪɴɢ. ᴀ ᴛʀᴀɢɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ɪʀᴏɴɪᴄ ʜᴀʙɪᴛ ᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴇ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴀꜱᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ. ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀɢᴏ, ꜱʜᴇ'ᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ ᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴘᴜꜰꜰ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴄɪɢᴀʀᴇᴛᴛᴇ, ʏᴇᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ꜱʜᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅꜱ ᴀɴ ᴏᴅᴅ ꜱᴏʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ ɪɴ ɪᴛ. ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘꜱ ɪꜰ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɪᴛ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴇɴᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʜɪᴍ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴜꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴍᴇʟʟ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴛ ɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴄᴏɴꜱɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅᴇʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ʟᴇꜰᴛ.

ʜᴏʟʏ ᴍᴏʟʏ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴏɴᴇ! ɪꜰ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ (ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ɪꜰ ɪ'ᴍ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʜ ᴡᴇʟʟ). ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪɴ-ᴅᴇᴘᴛʜ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ.

ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɢᴇɴᴜɪɴᴇʟʏ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ꜱᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴘᴏꜱᴛꜱ ᴅᴇᴅɪᴄᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ɪɴᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴜᴀʟ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ᴏʀ ʀᴜɴᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇʟɪɴᴇ ɪɴ ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪʏᴏ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏꜱ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏɴ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄ, ɪ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʟɪᴋᴇʟʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ, ꜱᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇɴᴅ ᴀꜱᴋꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴄᴜʀɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ! :ᴅ

ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏꜱ, ᴀꜱ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ! 'ᴛɪʟ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ! <3

[amorphinelover]

Another finished commission! ✨

One of my favorite things to draw is OC x Canon, it really makes me very happy to do this type of content for my clients 💖

If you're interested in a commission, feel free to DM me anytime!

Reblogs are highly appreciated!

[tokyorev-ar]

Get your bikes and jackets, Tokyo Revengers in for another rewind!

Are you an 18+ Tokyo Revengers fan looking for a roleplay group that allows Canons and OCs with a story shaped by the writers? Then Another Rewind is the group for you! Let's travel between 2019 to 2006 and the in-between to unravel this new story. The founders of Toman now are all joining Takemichi in his time traveling this time around. Can they save the perfected future or will it be a disaster?

Discord roleplay group

18+ community

No submissions, no auditions, no applications

Tupper for multiple muses

Semi-lit+ and multi para roleplay

OCs welcomed, encouraged and able to join Toman or the other bike gangs!

Have up to three canons, vibe in the hangout chats, work together to plot and shape the story

A very welcoming group, things are just getting started so there's no missing out!

Lore || Rules ||Canons List || Invite

[urlocalzosha]

تامام

خدایا صورتشو نگا چقدر گاگوله میتونم بمیرم براش😭😭🤍 (سر چشماش سکته کردم)

بی لباسشم گذاشتم که اگه دلتون خواست باهم collab بریم و تنش لباسی که دلتون میخوادو بکشین♡

این لباسو تو یکی از شاتای فشن شو ها دیدم و خوشم اومد ازش (بلد نیستم کفش بکشم-)

جهت کیفیت بهتر کلیک کنید

پ.ن : اگه QR کد براش رو لازم داشتید تو کامنتا بگید

Finished

Gosh look at her face she's so goofy I can die for her rn

Also uploaded raw ver. So if anyone wanted to have a collab you can draw your fav clothes on her♡

I saw this dress in a fashion show shot and liked it (idk how to draw shoes-)

Click for better quality

Also comment if you wanted the brush QR code

[winxlover666]

😍😍😍😍😍😍

[aiixen]

not Blue Lock content (for now), but I have binge watched Tokyo Revengers these past days and got struck with inspiration and made an oc for that universe, so now I’m forcing u to look at him.

His name is Kazuki Arakawa and I hate (affectionate) his haircut so much.

[windywriter]

"You're a bad liar."

Hi, so this is my TKRV OC done by @gach-artblog

The "Maid" of Tenjiku

Name: Murasaki Makiri (真桐 紫)

Birthday: December 27th 1987

Height: 160 cm

Image color: Heather

Blood Type: AB

Eye color: Amethyst

CV: Minami Tanaka

Likes: Flowers (particularly the lilac bush that grew in the orphanage), American pop, Izana, Kakucho

Dislikes: Suffocating spaces, being tied down

Special Skill: 60kg grip strength in her dominant hand (highest record so far: 63.99kg)

Person she respects/admires the most: Izana

Person she dislikes/fears the most: Shinichiro Sano, anyone that poses a threat to Izana or Kakucho

Dream: "Their Kingdom" (The establishment of Tenjiku)

Favorite spot: Seaside places

Heroic/failure story: Played one of those grip strength games at the arcade once and accidentally broke it. When the staff came she immediately blamed Kakucho.

Extras under the cut!:

Good dancer

Tried teaching Kakucho but Izana yelled at them to stop wasting time.

Likes floral scents

Has a high pain tolerance

Enjoys reading fairy tales in her free time.

Favorite story is Cinderella

Temp-dyes her hair a pink-ish color. Sometimes has Kakucho help her if she's too lazy.

Got the ring from Izana for her 15th birthday. She wears it constantly.

Does her own braids every morning and takes care of Kakucho and Izana’s hair.

Picked up Karaoke recently and goes to places with Izana or Kakucho occasionally

Is a little perturbed when Izana goes a bit too hard on “Wish I’d never been born at all” when he sings Bohemian Rhapsody.

Wears honey flavored chapstick

She prefers sparkling/carbonated drinks over still ones.

Prefers spicy food over sweets. Her favorite dish is extra spicy mapo tofu.

Good at card games but has been explicitly banned from playing them when Izana is around with the exception of a few games. (Mainly because she kept beating him and he got frustrated by it).

Best game: Old maid/poker (turns into a completely different person when playing)

Worst game: Speed (Murasaki can’t really compete with Izana’s reflexes so that’s the only game he’ll play with her)

“Kakucho is too honest to bluff while Izana gets frustrated when he gets cornered and is bad at reading people.”

Jar/bottle opener extraordinaire

Has actually cracked jars when trying to open them

Her base grip strength without training was 50 kg. She only got it to where it is today because Kakucho gave her grip trainers for her Birthday once.

The yin-yang bracelet was also given to her by Kakucho since she kept getting stopped at hideouts by newbies who didn't recognize her.

[tomans-darlings-au]

Young Sora: *Stares At Black Dragons Shinichiro*

Shinichiro: Careful Not To Get A Crush On Me

Young Sora: Your Hairs Weird Mikey Is Cuter

*Skip To 2003*

Sora: *Stares At Shinichiro Working*

Shinichiro: So You Have A Crush On Me After All

Sora: Your Hairs Too Long You Look Like A Teenager And You Need To Wear Shoes

[asirensrage]

Saudade - Chapter 24

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Mikey x OC, Hanma x OC, Ran x OC, Mikey x OC x Draken Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Warnings: swearing, violence, threats of violence, murder, smoking, sex, consensual sex between teenagers, alcohol, recreational drug use, mention of trafficking, torture, family neglect, mentions of sexual violence. isekai OC. memory loss. unbeta’d **warnings are not exhaustive** Summary: No one seems to realize she doesn’t belong until she finally runs into her “new” brother, Hanagaki Takemichi. Now, hearing his story, Takara makes the choice to help him and hopefully find her way home, but faking it til you make it only lasts so long when you start losing the memories of the life you had before. As Takemichi becomes the only family she’s ever known, how far will she go to protect him?

notes: I love Ran in this fic, so much. We're heading into some major canon events as Takara makes some big choices. I hope you enjoy this. I'm getting so excited that soon things are really going to get interesting. Let me know what you think!

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He’s watching her as she sits on the side of his bed, quickly responding to the messages on her phone before she tosses it to the side and sighs. At least they’re not coming to look for her, Yuzuha stepping up and claiming she’s with her. It’s handy having a best friend.  

“You still don’t wanna admit we’re good together, huh?”

She closes her eyes. “It’s not that simple.” She feels him shift, his fingers tracing patterns on the skin of her lower back. 

“Why not?” He sits up, moving closer to press a kiss on her shoulder. “You think I can’t protect you?”

“No, it’s not that.” She opens her eyes and sighs, wishing for a moment that she can crawl back into his bed and accept everything he’s offering. “What would you do to protect your brother?” 

He pauses at the question, resting his chin against her shoulder as his arm wraps around her waist. “Anything.”

“Yeah, me too.” She turns her head slightly, wanting to look at him. “This probably can’t happen again.” 

“Don’t. Don’t say that.” He actually sounds severe, more stern than she's ever heard him before outside of threatening Hanma when he came to pick her up. 

“I’m serious, Ran. I can’t-”

He pins her to the bed, leaning over her, despite her efforts to leave. “I don’t know what the fuck you think you need to do, but let me help you.” His hair curtains them from the rest of the world like this. He leans down and kisses her. “Never met a girl who drives me as crazy as you do,” he murmurs. 

“You will,” Takara says back just as softly.  

“No,” he sighs and looks her in the eyes. “Don’t think I will.” He kisses her again. “Let me help.”

“You can’t.”

“You’re not fucking letting me.” And that was the truth. Takara can’t let him, she knows that in her bones just like she knows this isn’t going to end well. Being selfish only works for so long when everything else demands her sacrifice. 

He slots himself back between her legs as if he belongs there. “Don’t leave,” he says it against her skin, as though it will sink in and make it a reality. 

“We both know I have to.” 

“Not yet. Not for good.”

“Ran…”

He buries her protest in a kiss, swallowing it like he could claim it and keep it from her. His hands touch with a familiarity only he has right now and Takara closes her eyes, letting him have this moment as she digs her nails into his back. It’s the least she can do. 

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Takara wakes up alone. 

She’s a little surprised, especially since neither Ran nor Rindou are anywhere to be found in the apartment. There is a note though. Stay here until I come back. 

She snorts at that. She’s not sticking around just to listen to his arguments in why she needs to give up her plan, or his attempts to keep her in his bed. They work too, so it’s safer for her to be long gone. 

Takara cleans herself up, steals one of Ran’s shirts and goes commando under her pants since her underwear got ripped. It’ll be uncomfortable, but she’s been through worse than a little chafing. She grabs her phone, laces up her rollerblades, and locks the door behind her as she leaves. She has no doubt Ran will text her once he realizes she’s gone. She’ll deal with him then. 

She skates out of the apartment building and doesn’t look back. 

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Everything is fine until she gets back to Shibuya. 

She doesn’t know what’s going on, but all of a sudden she hears voices yelling “there she is” and a bunch of guys in red jackets come storming towards her. She’s not stupid. When a bunch of unknown gang members come heading for her, she does the smartest thing she can. She runs. 

Ran was right. She should have stayed in his apartment.

She weaves through the crowd, mentally thanking whatever was looking out for her that she had her blades on because if she didn’t, she would have been a goner. They would have caught her already. 

One of them nearly catches up to her, almost hitting her with a crowbar. “Fuck this shit.” 

She forces herself to pick up speed, jumping and sliding down the bars of the stairs and leaping over the edge of something and flipping before landing hard and skating off. It gives her enough of a head start to continue racing, thankful for her years of gymnastics and skating that have given her the ability to do stupid stuff like this. 

They continue chasing her but not only does she have a head start now but she leans back, sliding herself under a ledge to add to the distance they have to move to catch up to her. It’s the most tricks she’s pulled in ages but she’ll use everything in her arsenal to lose them. 

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She doesn’t know how they do it. Her overconfidence in her skill fucks her over because she assumes they’re behind her and doesn’t expect the tackle from the side. They both skid across the pavement. He laughs at her predicament but she slams her elbow into his face. She does it again until blood splatters against her face and he rolls off of her. She forces herself to her feet, wheels sliding out from under her until she’s moving again. 

The others are closer, enough that if they speed up a bit, they’ll catch her. She runs.

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“Shit! Shit shit shit shit shit!”

She weaves through the pedestrians, trying to get as far away as she could. The beauty of being on blades meant that she was faster than the ones running after her, but that wouldn’t mean shit if she didn’t find a way out of here soon. They had the advantage of barrelling their way through people. All they need is to get close enough to knock her down and she loses.

Then she sees him. It’s such a distinctive hairstyle that there’s no doubt. 

“Draken!” 

He turns at her yell. He spots her quickly, frowning in confusion until he looks past her and sees the men charging forward. “What the fuck, Takara? What did you do?”

“Why do you think I did anything?” She can see the way he’s looking for a better exit. It’s too crowded here to fight. “They tried to jump me!” 

“Come on!” He grabs her hand and she has to force away the feeling of her stomach leaping. Now’s not the time. He drags her a few blocks until they’re somewhere deserted. The men are still following. He tosses her his phone. “Call Mikey. Tell him where we are and fucking stay close!”

“What are you going to do?”

“Find out who they think they are.”

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She moves to the side and watches as Draken fights. He’s fast and strong, enough that one punch knocks a man out. She dials Mikey as she watches, trying to calm her racing heart. She’s not sure if it’s because of running from them or watching Draken fight. 

“Oi, Kenchin.”

“It’s Takara.”

There’s a moment of silence. “Why are you calling from Kenchin’s phone?” Actually, that is a good question. She feels for her own phone but it’s not in her pocket. She must have lost it when she was racing from them. Maybe when she did the flip. 

“I got jumped and ran into Draken. He’s currently helping me out.”

“Where are you?”

Takara looks around. “I don’t know. Somewhere in Shibuya. Watch out for yourself, Mikey.”

“When Draken’s done, come to my house.”

“Sure thing,” she says. “See you soon.” Takara hangs up and looks over at Draken. He’s wiping his face and straightening. 

She moves and weaves around the bodies, as she looks at Draken. He’s injured but standing and looking far too smug. “Thank you,” she skids to a stop in front of him. “It was lucky I saw you.”

“Yeah. I’ll confirm with Mikey, but from now on I don’t think you should be wandering off alone anymore.” 

“Tch,” she scoffs at that. Like anyone could keep up with her. 

“This must have been what Hanma was warning you about, but why’d he tell you to avoid Toman if they were gonna attack you on your own?”

He is right. Hanma warned her. Ran tried to keep her in his apartment today. Both of them were aware that shit was going down and tried to keep her safe. “This is fucked up.”

“Yeah. Where we meeting Mikey?”

✨  

Takara has never been to Mikey’s house. 

Draken leads the way and when they knock on the door, she’s not entirely sure who Emma is more excited to see, her or Draken. She has her arms full with the younger girl who practically drags her inside to help her get cleaned up. 

“Finally! I’ve been dying to talk to you!” 

“You have?” Takara looks back at Draken but she’s pulled in after Emma as soon as her rollerblades are off. 

“Yeah!” Emma closes the door behind them once she brings them into her room. It’s cute and very girly compared to Takara's. “I’ve been dying to ask you!”

“Ask me what?”

Emma sits on the end of her bed. “You had sex, right?”

Takara stares at her, stunned. “What?” Whatever she’s expecting, it’s not that. 

The girl blinks at her. “Am I wrong?” 

“No, but…how old are you!?” It’s a little hypocritical for Takara to ask considering she’s just sixteen, but Emma’s younger than her. 

“Fourteen.”

“Why are you asking?” 

“What…what did it feel like?” 

Takara stares at Emma for a moment, stunned. She’s never been an older sister and the most she’s ever had to mentor other girls was in sports. Nothing like this. She’s too used to brothers, but she moves forward and sits crosslegged on the bed. “Well…I got lucky…”

It’s weird to talk about, but Takara does and straight up admits that she had no clue what she was doing. Ran did it all. She does not admit to fucking Hanma in an alley for information. Draken and Mikey would kill her for that and she wouldn’t blame them at all. She’d lay herself out for the consequences. 

“Listen, don’t do something stupid for a boy. They’re not worth it. I know you’re worried about Draken liking you back, but I have no doubt he does. Anyone can see it when you interact. Don’t try to grow up too fast, okay?”

Emma sighs. “I just want…I want him to look at me.”

“He does,” Takara says softly. “Draken’s super considerate, especially to girls. Maybe he’s just waiting for you to get older, naturally, before he makes a move.”

Emma pouts. “But I wanna be with him now!”

Takara laughs. “You are!”

“You…you really think he’ll wait?” She asks softly, moving to grab a stuffed bear on her bed and clutch it towards her chest. 

Takara sighs. It was easy to see with her own crush on the boy. Draken adored the younger girl and Takara doubted that would ever change. She had no doubt she’d be attending their wedding in ten years. Or less. “Yeah, I think he’ll wait.”

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