#Tokyo Rev OC

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Round 1 for @1nt3r5t3774555 <3 TYYYY

[windywriter]

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

[mitsuyaswifetoasty]

I got bored ignore the janky ass font I was to lazy to fix it on TikTok

[tomans-darlings-au]

*Hanma Coming To The Meeting Late*

Hanma: Sorry I'm Late I Was Doing... Other things.

*Sora Coming In A Few Minutes Later*

Kisaki: Thanks For Joining Us Other Things.

[asirensrage]

Saudade - Chapter 31

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: Well, we've made it past the halfway point of this fic. That means it's all downhill from here...or is it? I hope you've been enjoying it so far. I have. I love reading your comments and theories. Please keep sharing them. Thank you. As always, expect spoilers for the manga from here on out.

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Mikey doesn’t tell her why he wants to meet. He just tells her to get ready and meet him outside. He’s alone when she comes out, motioning for her to get on his bike and offering her his helmet. She accepts it, buckling it on before she wraps her arms around him. He takes off.

Takara turns her head, actually watching the way the world blurs around them as he speeds. It feels so simple on the back of a bike. There’s nothing more pressing than trusting the driver to take her where she needs to go, to make the right decisions. Takara can close her eyes if she wants to and let go. It’s better than smoking.

Mikey finally stops and Takara recognizes the area as one he’s taken her to before. The small taiyaki shop is open and she can smell the pastry and sweet sugar mixing with the scent of the ocean. Mikey gets off first before helping her down and he leads her to the wall that borders the water. He lifts her up without asking, setting her down to sit on the top of it before joining her. There’s no taiyaki this time, just the two of them and the sound of the waves.

Takara pulls her knees up to her chest and watches the water. Did she ever see the ocean before she came here? She can’t remember anymore.

“Takemichi told me everything,” Mikey says, drawing her out of her thoughts.

“About the future?”

“About you.”

“Oh, right.” Takara sighs and looks over at him, resting her cheek against her knee. “He mentioned he let it out by accident.”

“Hm,” Mikey nods. “Why do you protect him?”

“What?” she frowns and sits up, crossing her legs to face him better. “What do you mean?”

“He said you woke up one day as his sister. If you know you’re not actually his sister, why do you protect him? Why hunt down anyone who stood in your way to save him?”

“Why not?” Takara snaps, insulted by the question. “Even if we didn’t start as siblings, we are. Blood doesn’t mean shit if you don’t want it to. Besides…” she looks back at the water. “It’s not that simple.”

“Explain.”

She’s tempted to pull out a cigarette again, anything to ease the nervousness that burns in her. “Takemichi doesn’t know this,” she says softly. “You can’t tell him.” She looks at Mikey, trying to stress the necessity of it. “I haven’t…when I first arrived here, I had memories of this life, of growing up here with Takemichi, but it was faded. Like an old movie that you barely remember when you saw as a kid. I couldn’t make everything out, but I knew that it was there, that I had seen it. That I had lived it…even if I haven’t. But now…it’s switched. The life I led before I woke up here, before I was Takara, is…missing. There are things I don’t remember.” She takes a deep breath, trying to shove down the emotions rising up. “I’m losing who I was. The life of being Takemichi’s sister is becoming clearer and I can’t…I can’t even remember my brothers’ names or what my parents looked like...I just…I only have Takemichi now.”

“You have us.”

She snorts. “It’s not the same. He’s the only one who remembers what it was like before I showed up, when he was an only child. I don’t belong here, Mikey, but I can’t–I know I can’t return. So I’m stuck. I’m stuck living a life I didn’t ask for, with a brother who’s going to…to leave me here with a version of himself who isn’t him and all I can do is try to make sure he makes it to the future, that I protect who he’s going to be. I owe him that.”

“You don’t owe him anything,” Mikey says. “You didn’t ask for this, did you?” He waits until she shakes her head. “You’re not alone and you’re not stuck. I told you before, Kara-chan, you’re ours.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“It is. Besides, Takemitchy isn’t the only one who knows now.”

She inhales sharply because that was true. “You disbanded Toman.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I won’t be the cause of their deaths. I made a promise to protect my friends. I will.”

It’s only because it’s Mikey that she says this because she knows that someone who has played the game long enough knows how the system works. “Another gang’s going to take Toman’s place.”

He’s silent for a long moment. “Yes.”

Takara nods, more to herself than anything. “How are you going to protect them from that? Who’s going to stop them from going after the former Toman members? You’re the reigning champions. Someone’s going to want a shot at defeating you, even if you’re not playing.”

“I will be.”

It takes her a second to realize what he’s saying. “...you disbanded Toman.” She watches him nod. “But you’re still playing?”

Mikey looks away from her. “If I want to protect them, to make sure they all get the future that they deserve…then I have to control it.”

It makes sense. It makes perfect sense but it’s such an act of fucking sacrifice that Takara wants to shove him into the ocean for. Even if she’s planning on doing the same thing. “You think they’ll let you?”

“They won’t have a choice.” He says it with conviction and she’s not sure if either of them means his friends or the potential opponents that await in his future.

“And if they want to join you?”

Mikey doesn’t answer.

Takara thinks about what she’d do. If anyone tried to stop her from winning something this serious, she’d cut them down…or out of her life. “Let me help.”

“No.”

Takara turns her entire body to face him. “I am going to be involved. Unless you kill me, I will find my way into whatever gang you lead because I need to know Takemichi will be safe. It won’t be enough to just trust you, Mikey. I will dig my way in one way or another.”

“Kara-”

She cuts him off. “No. You told me that you’d kill anyone who hurts me, Mikey. You said you would have helped me track down every member of Toman who betrayed you and kept me from helping my brother. That still stands. So let me fucking help you. If you help me protect Takemichi and keep him alive and safe, I’ll stand at your side. We can protect everyone better together.”

His eyes feel like they’re burning into her. “You’ll stay?”

“God himself couldn’t keep me from leaving…as long as Takemichi is safe.” She holds out her hand to shake. “I can be your vice-captain or the ace up your sleeve as everyone underestimates me. I swear, Mikey. In return for my brother’s life and happiness, I’ll stay with you.” She gives a small sardonic smile as she huffs. “Besides, where else am I gonna go?”

“We’ll have to cut them all out. You won’t be able to have the relationships you have now.”

“I know,” she nods. “I don’t care. I’ll give you everything in return. Just let me help you protect him. I need to know he’s safe. That he’ll be safe. Nothing else matters. Not even being alone.”

Mikey takes her hand. His grip is firm and warm. “You’re not alone.”

“Neither are you,” she says softly. She tightens her grip and nods. Takara waits for him to let go first, but he doesn’t. Mikey adjusts them so that they’re more holding hands instead of shaking them. “So,” Takara asks. “What’s the plan?”

🛼

Mikey doesn’t plan on starting to distance himself from his friends until after Takemichi goes back to the future. So he can’t stop him. The letter he’s planning on leaving in the time capsule is something hopeful for his friends because if the plan works, then neither of them will really be in contact with the others in twelve years.

The Takemichi of the future is only the way he is because he lived without her. He never had an older sister. Her alienation won’t have a big impact. Not until he comes back from this past and expects to see her. That gives her twelve years to work with.

Since it is their last week with his friends and with the Takemichi she knows is her brother, Takara is going to make it a good one. Everyone is surprised when she reaches out, but when she gives the excuse of promising to teach Mitsuya’s sisters and celebrate the end of a school year, they agree.

They don’t rent out an entire rink, but they do take over one. Takara has to teach most of them how to tie their skates properly and she holds Luna and Mana’s hands to help them stand while the others work themselves out.

Takara takes the time to kneel to be on the girls’ level. “Alright, it’s going to be a little scary, but it’s okay. You’re wearing padding to protect you and we’ll start slow.” The others she leaves to fend for themselves. Some, like Hina, listen to the lessons she gives the young girls. Takemichi can barely stand and watching him struggle and whine about it as he clings to the sideboard is enough to make Takara bend over laughing hysterically.

Mikey and Yuzuha don’t need any help. The two of them take to skating easily and Takara is pretty sure it's a translation of their skill in fighting. Though that didn’t explain the others. Mitsuya is steady but not confident. Hakkai seems to think he is going to fall and he does. Multiple times. It does not help when Yuzuha pushes him, just because she can.

Takara pulls Luna and Mana, skating backwards so she can keep an eye on them as she teaches them how to move and catch their balance. They should be in gymnastics with how young they are to help them because being able to move with fluidity can only serve them well, but Takara is well aware that not everyone can be able to afford things like that. So she’ll help as she can.

When the girls need a break, racing on their own to get back to their brother who praises them for their hard work and skill, Takara finally moves like she was born on wheels. It’s not the same as ice, but it’s pretty close. She speeds around people before showing the others different skating turns and spins that can be done. She leans back, trailing her fingers against the floor as she balances herself carefully backwards. She pulls herself up by her core and thigh muscles before making the choice to really stun them. She does a back handspring, landing on her wheels. She can hear the shocked exclamations of her friends before she skates forward and does a makeshift running front flip. It’s years of practice that keep her on her feet even as her skates skid out a bit on the landing. It gets her a round of applause from anyone who saw. She laughs and waves it off, thanking them.

She heads back to her friends, but before they can ask questions about how she learned it all, she does something that she knows might help part of the first stage of their plan. She smacks Mikey on the shoulder and says, “Tag! Catch me if you can!” and takes off.

He knows what she’s doing. She knows he does. That doesn’t stop him from chasing though. The game between them devolves quickly. Takara is laughing. Mikey is faster than her simply because of the force he can use in his legs to push him forward, but Takara has more experience and skill. When Mikey moves behind one of the bars set to help people who need it, she slides under it to tag him. As he chases after her, she yanks Takemichi in front where he’s clutching the sideboard and throws him in Mikey’s way.

Their friends cheer them on and the game finally ends in a draw as the two of them get kicked out. Takara laughs as she drags Mikey back to the group. The others have already relinquished and returned their skates and argue over where they’re going to eat. As the two of them catch up, Mikey squeezes her hand as she leads him to the bench to take off the skates. It’s a silent thanks. Takara just nods. She knows what he means. This is a memory that going to be burned into them, a reminder of why they’re going to take over the shadows to keep their friends in the light.

🛼

The time capsule happens without her. She’s not a part of that and doesn’t plan to be. Instead, Takara takes the time to strategize. She doesn’t actually know that much about gangs or territory or the route of power, but she’s good at thinking on her feet and she knows people. The more information she has, the more she can plan. She’s better at strategizing against other teams and utilizing the skills of her own to their best ability. Mikey’s skill is strength and charisma. Takara’s skill is being still underestimated and her speed and mind.

If she had woken up as Kisaki’s sister instead of Takemichi’s, the world would have trembled.

With the gaps in her knowledge and the free time she has with it being a makeshift summer vacation, Takara does the only thing she can. She researches. She doesn’t ask any of Takemichi’s friends for information, though she’s tempted at the very least to ask Yamagishi for his information because she knows he’s good for it from what she’s heard from her brother. She can’t let anything get back to Takemichi though, so she focuses on reading the news…and asking Yuzuha.

“You’re going to do something stupid again, aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” Takara agrees. “I don’t think so though. I think if I get this right, it’s going to pay off exponentially.”

“Toman’s disbanded. You still going with your plan to sleep your way up?”

She laughs and grins at her friend. It’s not meant in insult. Takara leans forward, resting her chin on her hand as she braces her elbow on the table. “I think that with Toman gone, there’s a power vacuum. I need to know who’s going to fill it.”

“And dig your way to the top?” Yuzuha asks. She doesn’t sound judgemental. It sounds completely honest and questioning. Takara loves that about her.

“If I had my way, I’d be at the top. That way I could keep Takemichi safe completely.”

“Not if someone used him against you.”

“I’ll kill anyone who tries.”

Yuzuha stares at her for a long minute. “Okay,” she finally nods. “I used to be a runner for Taiju and the Black Dragons. I would collect the money they made off of their security gigs. I have a lot of contacts with people who buy shit from people like him. I’ll ask around and if I hear anything, I’ll let you know.”

“You don’t have to-”

“I know,” Yuzuha cuts her off. “But I have a feeling that you won’t just be keeping Takemichi safe. You’ll be protecting everyone in Toman who gets out. That means Hakkai too. If you help me keep him out of this shit and safe, I’ll help you.”

“Quid pro quo,” Takara muses. “Alright.” Takara nods and holds out her hand. “You can be my ace in the hole and I promise to the best of my abilities, I’ll keep our brothers safe.”

Yuzuha takes her hand and shakes it. “Deal. Now, there’s a lot you need to know…”

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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 ��ɴᴛɪʀᴇ 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 ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ 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 ʏᴏᴜɴɢ-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 ��ʏᴇᴅ 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 ꜱ��ᴇ 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

[valhallasgirl]

So I'm trying something ehe would anyone, or even a non-mutual let me draw their ocs/selfship w their fav tokrev character? Don't be shy just drop a request and a pic of ur oc

[windywriter]

Fallen Angels (1995)

(Sequel image) (Artist Comm link) Image ref/notes below:

The story behind this scene is actually Izana driving Murasaki out to Yokohama port to wish her happy birthday. He always makes it a point to be the first to wish her happy birthday. After that they usually drive back to Kakucho's place to open gifts/celebrate.

Again, I can't thank @caffstrink anymore! They're great!! Thank you so much for taking my request!

[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.

[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 29

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: Ohhhh this chapter. The final events of the Tenjiku arc is here. I hope you enjoy it. I do, lol. After this things are going to start deviating a bit from canon. I love certain parts of this chapter. I'm really curious to see what you think of it. Please let me know. As always, expect spoilers for the manga and the last season aired of the anime.

also on ao3

fic masterlist - prev chapter

Takara clings to Mikey as he speeds through the streets. Hinata is on Draken’s bike and if they were closer, Takara assumes she’d hear the girl squeak in fear. Mikey has yet to let her go since she held his hand, even now when they’re forced to stop at a light, he reaches for her in some way, as if to make sure the feeling of her arms wrapped around him isn’t an illusion. 

She rests her head on his back. If Takemichi didn’t duck…she would have lost him. The future she’s trying so hard to avoid would have come true and there was nothing she could have done to avoid it. She feels like shit because part of her is glad it was Emma and not her brother. 

She shoves that down as far as it can go, not willing to let it grow or fester. Takara knows she doesn’t mean it, she just wants her brother safe. 

The bike finally stops and Mikey places a hand on her thigh to stop her from getting off first. He grabs her by the waist, lifting her off the motorcycle himself. He sets her down in front of him and Takara stands for a moment, stunned, before he grabs her hand and pulls her after him. 

Takara follows and as they get close to the crowd, Takara picks up her pace so she walks next to him. Her lip curls at the damage done to the people she knows in Toman and when she catches sight of Mucho, she nearly lunges forward. It’s only Mikey’s hand that holds her in place. At least until she sees her brother.

Her mouth drops open at the sight of him. “Take!” 

Mikey doesn’t let go and she drags him behind her as she races to see her brother. She shoves her way past Izana and Kisaki. “Take, what the fuck?! You told me you’d be safe!” Her rant is stopped as Mikey moves, hugging Takemichi with his free arm. 

“Thank you, Takemitchy,” Mikey says softly. Her brother starts crying and Takara takes the chance to look around, memorizing the faces. She catches sight of Hanma who’s eyes narrow at the sight of her and Mikey. She gives him the finger. When she sees Ran, it feels like everything freezes for a moment. He moves forward but Rindou stops him and Takara forces herself to look away. She can’t. 

Takara moves back as Draken makes himself known with Hinata. They all step back to let her come forward, to explain to Takemichi. Honestly, she doesn’t know if Mikey called timeout just with his mere presence, but the fact that the gang fight has stopped with their arrival and no one’s said shit about Hinata being there is impressive. 

Takemichi finally clues into the fact that Hinata told them, and while he freaks out about it, Mikey tugs on her hand. 

“Take Hinata and get her out of the way. Draken and I are going to finish this.” 

“Mikey…”

“Do it, Kara-chan. I trust you’ll keep her and Takemitchy safe.” 

She breathes a sigh of relief at the promise of her brother getting out of the fight. “Fine.” She moves to the side, standing with Hina between her brother and her as she watches Mikey and Draken hype their team up. 

Before they can charge, Izana moves, kicking Mikey hard enough to send him sliding back. “Thanks for bringing my future wife, Mikey-kun,” Izana says, enunciating the honorific sarcastically. 

“Who the fuck are you talking about?” Takara asks as both Hinata and Takemichi look at her. 

“You know him?” Hinata asks.

“I’ve spoken to him once,” she says. Izana continues, talking about him losing Shinichiro and Emma. Takara’s lip curls in disgust at the desire she hears in his voice when he asks Mikey how it feels to be a shell. “What a fucking asshole.” 

Despite their fight, she can’t stop from looking for Ran in the crowd. His eyes are still on her and she swallows tightly. Did he hear Izana? Was this what he had been trying to warn her about? She tears her eyes away and turns back to the fight, ignoring the way she can feel his gaze on her now. 

Watching the fight is exhilarating. Izana and Mikey are evenly matched and she can’t stop the way her mouth drops open, heart pounding at the sheer viciousness of it. Izana sends Mikey flying again with a kick and Takara can’t stop herself. 

“Come on, Mikey! You gonna let this fucker win!?”

Izana looks towards her. “Not now, wifey.”

“Fuck you!”

Mikey lunges forward. Takara looks to the side, eyes narrowing as she catches sight of Kisaki. Mikey told her to stay put but the desire to stab him herself is overwhelming. She moves sideways, planning to slip through the crowd until she reaches him. 

Someone grabs the back of her shirt, lifting her up.

“Hey!”

“Where you going, Takara?” Draken asks. She had seen him move up to talk to her brother, but she thought he’d be focused on the fight. 

“Nowhere.”

He sets her down slightly but doesn’t loosen his grip on her shirt. She could escape it, but running through a crowd of boys without a shirt isn’t her idea of a good time. 

Izana sends Mikey flying again. “You took everything from me, Manjiro! That’s why I’m going to kill you too!”

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The fight continues. 

Takara watches in fascination as they fight, even if she thinks Izana is fucking crazy. She can freely admit that her fixation on keeping her brother safe might be a little problematic…and leading her into a dark place, but it wasn’t like that. It was clear he had one too many hits to the head. 

The tide turns and Mikey starts to win, playing what seems to be psychological warfare right back at him. A promise to accept him as family. It works. Izana has a breakdown in front of everyone. 

He races for Kisaki and Takara’s heart stops when he grabs a gun from him. 

“Who the fuck brought a gun to a fistfight?!” she moves forward but Draken’s hand is still holding her shirt. She’s not sure if he’s holding her back or himself. 

Then again, Mikey starts to goad Izana on and everyone freaks out. Draken screams at him, warning him that Izana is serious and for a second, she thinks he really will. Takara flinches from the idea of watching another friend die. 

One of Tenjiku moves, knocking the gun from Izana’s hand. The others in the matching outfits watch in shock and it’s enough to know that it’s the first time someone’s gone against their captain.

“Kaku-chan..” Takemichi says and Takara stares in shock. That’s Kakucho? The scrawny little kid who used to follow her around when he wasn’t being obnoxious with her brother? What the hell were they feeding him and where could she get some?

The two of them argue over Izana’s choice and while Izana tells his executives to kill him,  Kakucho yells that Tenjiku lost. 

Izana screams. “Shut up!”

A shot rings out, cutting through the tension. Hinata’s hands rise to cover her mouth. Takara stares in shock as Kakucho is shot. Her brother screams from next to her and all Takara can focus on is the sight of Kisaki…pointing the gun.

“You’re a goddamn nuisance,” she hears him say. 

“Motherfucker!” Takara snaps, yanking herself out of Draken’s now loose hold. She should have stabbed him when she had the chance. 

“Every single time the Hanagakis ruin all my well-thought-out plans,” Kisaki says, looking furious as he keeps the gun pointed at Kakucho. He yells something else but Takara’s ears are ringing. He shoots again but Izana moves, knocking Kakucho out of the way…and taking the shots himself. 

Everyone stares in shock. This is too much. Every time she shows up at one of these goddamn fights, someone escalates it. 

Kisaki falls, recoiling at what he’s done and just like the junkyard, no one moves. Takara runs forward. 

She barely knows the men bleeding out of the ground in front of her, but she’s sick of this. She’s tired of watching more people die. Kakucho was her brother’s best friend. Izana is a psycho but she’s listened as Mikey claimed him as a brother. She may have led to Emma’s death. She won’t let this happen again. 

In a repeat of her last attempt, she strips her shirt off and presses it against Izana’s chest. It’s not enough.

“Help!” she snaps. “Someone give me their fucking shirt!” 

 Mikey moves forward, giving her his Toman uniform jacket. She presses it against Izana’s wounds, trying to stop the blood flow. 

“Someone better have fucking called an ambulance!” She yells. 

Izana and Kakucho are talking, acting like it’s the end but she refuses. She won’t let it happen again. It can’t happen again. 

“Shut up!” she snaps. “Stop fucking talking!”

 Izana looks at her, but his eyes are glassy and slightly unfocused. “You should have been my queen. You’d have been great.” 

She doesn’t answer, too focused on trying to stop the blood that she can feel seeping through the jacket. 

“Mikey…it’s Tenjiku’s loss…” Izana says softly. 

Kakucho snaps, yelling at him. Takara ignores them, yelling for another shirt. Someone throws her a red one and she uses the Tenjiku uniform to press down on Kakucho. She’s silent as she kneels between them. She can’t reach them both and since no one else fucking moves as the two of them refuse to stop acting like they’re dying, she extends one leg out to press down on Kakucho’s wound while she uses her arms and torso to keep trying to staunch Izana’s. 

“Sorry, Kakucho, but I…I only have you, after all.” Izana smiles and Takara stares at him for a moment. He’s handsome like that. When he’s not acting insane. 

She listens as he talks to Mikey, who tells him that he’s his brother, and Izana tells him about running into the woman who abandoned him, about confronting Shinichiro and his discovery. 

“I’m not a sibling to Shinichiro, you or Emma…I’m not related to anyone at all.” 

“So what?” Takara snaps. “Who fucking cares if you’re not related? Family doesn’t always involve blood. It’s about who’s at your side, who you love and who you’re willing to die for! It doesn’t fucking matter if you’re related to anyone. You still have a family!” 

Tears fill his eyes. “So I’m not beyond saving?” He asks with a smile.

“Of course not!” She doesn’t even like him, but she understands more than she ever expected to. She knows what it feels like to be alone, to know you’re not related to anyone around you, that no matter what, you’ll never have that connection. 

“Izana…” Kakucho moves, sitting up and nearly knocking her off balance. Kakucho forces himself closer, leaning over and she hears the panic in his voice. The panic in her voice as she joins in at calling Izana’s name. 

“Don’t you fucking dare!” She snarls at him, moving so Kakucho can come closer. “You’re not fucking allowed to die!” 

Kakucho is crying as he calls Izana’s name, over and over, before he finally collapses. She falls back, staring at them in fear. Not again. Kakucho grabs Izana’s hand.

“I won’t let you feel lonely,” he says. “I’m going over there too...right now…”

Takara feels her throat starting to tighten, tears building in her eyes. She tries to swallow it down but it won’t move. 

“Looks like we sucked at living,” Kakucho jokes before he looks to the sky. 

“No!” Takara scrambles to sit up. “No!” she yells, pressing down on Kakucho’s wound. “You’re not fucking dying too!” She looks up, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Where’s the fucking ambulance!?”

She hears Mikey say something behind her but she doesn’t move, doesn’t stop pressing down on Kakucho’s chest. She can’t…she can’t let him die.

“Takara, come on,”

“Fuck off!” she snaps. 

“Hey, darling,” she looks up at the voice. Ran is crouching by their heads, eyes on her. “You gotta go, beautiful. The police are coming. We both know you can’t save them. Not now. Get out of here.” 

She shakes her head. “No, he’s fine. He’s fine!”

He looks above her. “You…you gotta take her.” 

Someone’s arm wraps around her waist and pulls her back. 

“NO!” she scrambles, fighting to get free. “I’m not fucking leaving! No! He’s not dying!” She’s dragged backwards. “Stop! Let go!”

“Enough!” Mikey says, unrelenting in his grip. “We have to deal with Kisaki.” 

Takara stops. Kisaki. The motherfucker who started all of this. The one who keeps trying to kill her brother. Who brought a gun to a fistfight that led to another fucking tragedy. The one who used her method in defending herself and protecting her brother to kill Emma. 

She puts her feet down and turns. Mikey’s hand remains on her waist, as they both look down at Kisaki who’s still on the ground. 

“You’re the one person I’ll never forgive, Kisaki,” Mikey says. He’s looking at them in fear. Good, she thinks. He should be afraid. 

Takara steps forward. “I’m going to fucking kill you myself.” 

“Kisaki!” The roar of a motorcycle almost covers the yell and Takara is yanked back into Mikey as Hanma drives past, scooping up Kisaki and throwing him over his shoulder. “Sorry, princess!” he calls out as he goes. 

“Motherfucker!” Takara screams back. 

He doesn’t stop and she’s left, body nearly shaking in fury as she watches her brother’s murderer flee. It doesn’t last long. Draken yells for her brother and Takara watches as the two of them chase after him. Takemichi only pauses to look back at Hinata. 

“Takemitchy! Leave Hina to us!” Mikey yells. “Do what you need to do!”

“You better not let him fucking get away!” Takara joins in, offering her permission. He already knows that if he dies, she’ll kill him. 

She watches her brother climb on the back of Draken’s motorcycle and leave. Mikey pulls her, hand still on her waist as though he expects her to take off. It’s the final signal for everyone to move. Takara grabs Hina’s hand as they get close and they’re ushered away, splitting up from the majority of Toman quickly so it’s not too obvious that they were a part of the fight. 

“Chifuyu! Take Hina and follow me!” 

Takara’s quickly assisted back onto Mikey’s bike and he takes his place in front of her, taking off in a random direction, darting along side roads to get as far from the shipping yard as possible…until he finally diverts back towards the direction that Takemichi and Draken went in. 

Mikey stops the bike and she peers around him to see her brother up ahead, staring at something in shock. Takara gets off the bike before Mikey can stop her, racing for him to make sure he’s okay. 

She stops as soon as she realizes what he’s looking at. 

Kisaki is lying in the road, mangled. He’d been crawling forward, looking like he was trying to stand but unable to make it. 

She gets there just in time to hear him say, “...I don’t want to die.”

Takara stares in horror. As much as she hates Kisaki and all of his stupid fucking plans to murder Take, he’s still a kid her brother’s age. And he’s dead. He’s never looked younger than he does at this moment. 

She gets yanked back, forcibly turned away from the sight and pulled into Mikey’s chest. She feels one arm shoot out as he orders, “Don’t look!” She feels herself trembling and the arm around her waist tightens. 

“What happened?” she hears Mikey ask. She tries to push herself away, to check on her brother, but Mikey doesn’t let go. 

“Is Take okay?” Takara demands.

“Yeah,” Mikey says softly, his mouth pressed against her hair. “Come on, we gotta get out of here.” 

“But..”

“No. We’re leaving. Takemitchy too.” 

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[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.