#Tokyo Rev OC

[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?

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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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[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

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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 ���ᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ 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 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 ��ᴇʀᴇ 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 ��ɪʟʟɪɴɢʟʏ 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 ��ᴜꜱᴛ 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, ᴊᴏᴋɪɴ��ʟʏ 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 ��ꜱ 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

[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

[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.

[mukths]

Algo de mi shipp de tr

[corysei]

I don't know why, but I like it.. I hope no one will judge me for doing this?

I hope the translator didn't make stupid mistakes.

[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!

[asirensrage]

Saudade - Chapter 15

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?

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The only reason she doesn’t get expelled is because there are witnesses that they attacked her first and there is no proof that she was a culprit. The police give her another warning. 

Ran texts her to ask why she didn’t wake him…but Takara doesn’t respond. She doesn’t know how. There’s no easy way to tell him that she can’t be what he might want even if she doesn’t know what it might be. It doesn’t matter. She has plans. 

Takemichi forgives her, even as he’s being dragged off to do things with Chifuyu and his middle school friends. Chifuyu tells her she panicked everyone but waves her apology off easily. Like it wasn’t a problem that she managed to send an entire gang into a frenzy, like it didn’t cause everyone she knows to try to contact her or find someone who knew where she was. 

It felt like she was constantly apologizing and it never seems like enough. It feels like something hanging over her and she’s not sure if it’s another guillotine waiting to fall. 

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Hanma finally tracks her down within a day, once she’s released from her forced isolation from dealing with school and the police. The peace Takara felt in Ran’s bed is long gone, but the hickeys aren’t. 

“What the fuck?”

She turns on her skates at the voice, looking to see him standing there, staring down at her. “Shit.”

“No fucking kidding.” His hand snaps out, grabbing her wrist to keep her in place. 

She scowls in return. “Let go.”

“And let you fucking take off on me again? Don’t think so. Who the fuck gave you those?” 

“None of your business,” she says, shifting in place to keep herself from sliding out off balance. 

He moves his hand to her throat, thumb pressing on a specific spot and she knows it’s one of the marks Ran left. “You didn’t have these when I last saw you, so who the fuck did you run to when you left me?” 

She glares up at him. “I don’t owe you shit. Fuck off.” 

He pulls her closer, using the fact she’s on wheels against her. “You owe me a fucking kiss or you forget our agreement?” He leans down slightly, his face inches from hers. 

She knows in the back of her mind that she needs to keep him close, that she needs to let him in to keep her brother safe, but he irritates the hell out of her. She wants to stab him as he demands her like this. “Let go,” she demands again. 

“Who fucking marked you like you were theirs?”

“Fuck you.”

“You want to, princess, I’m ready. Your place or mine?”

Takara snorts, unable to help it. Hanma’s grip tightens slightly at the unintended insult. “I’m not interested.”

“You’re obviously interested in someone, so who the fuck do I need to kill for touching what’s mine?”

“Yours?” She tries to shove him back, wheels skidding slightly as she doesn’t have the right tension in her feet for it. All she does is push herself away until he pulls her back, chest slamming against his. “I’m not yours, Hanma. I can’t fucking stand you.”

“We don’t have to agree on it, princess. I know the fucking truth. You were mine the moment I decided you were.” 

She jams her hand into his side. He catches it before it can completely land a hit and presses it against him, holding her in place. It doesn’t deter her. She balances herself using the way he’s holding her and lifts her foot before slamming her rollerblade as hard as she can on the top of his foot. 

“Fuck!” He doesn’t let go even as he swears and she does it again, this time aiming for his toes. If he thinks he can manhandle her, she’s going to maim him in return. His grip tightens and he moves, turning to force her off balance and slamming her back against a wall. 

Takara moves to knee him in the groin, but Hanma lets go of one of her hands and reaches to block her. She aims to shove her fingers in his eye but then his lips are on hers and he’s kissing her surprisingly desperately.   

She bites at his lip hard but he groans, pressing himself into her as close as he can. This isn’t like kissing Ran. It’s hard and demanding and feels more like a fight than anything. He tries to deepen the kiss, but she refuses to open her mouth any more than she already has to bite him in an effort to make him stop. He bites back. 

She yelps at the feeling of his teeth digging into her bottom lip and he takes the advantage, tongue touching hers as he kisses her more intensely. This is what he wanted when she agreed to kiss him, but it’s too much. He’s too much, especially when she knows he’s going to try to kill her brother.

The reminder is enough to make her dig her fingers into his ribs, forcing him to break the kiss. His pupils are blown out like he’s high and she takes the chance to shove her fingers into his throat as he grins at her.  

“Motherfucker,” she snarls, watching as he coughs from the attack. She lifts her foot and slams the wheels into his jaw. It’s enough to make him stumble forward, laughing as he coughs. 

She doesn’t know why she does it, but before she takes off, leaving him in the alley…she steals the pack of cigarettes he has on him before going as fast as she can. He doesn’t follow. 

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It’s easier than it should be to get a lighter and Takara feels like she looks more suspicious than she actually is, tucked into another alley as she leans on a bike rack and lights a cigarette. Her first inhale as she tries to light it sends her coughing. Her eyes water as she tries to catch her breath. It feels like it’s killing her already but it also soothes the anxiety that’s racing under her skin from her fight with Hanma. 

It takes her a couple of tries but she eventually finds a groove. It no longer burns her chest in any way but soothing as she fixates on the way the smoke billows as she exhales. 

She closes her eyes. This is a bad idea. She knows it. She knows that the more she does this, the more addicting it’s going to be, but it’s finally slowing the electricity she feels in her veins. There’s a difference between the adrenaline of a good game and the fear that one of these men are going to trap her. Even if she knows it’s inevitable. 

“Fuck,” Takara mutters. She can still taste Hanma in her mouth and the cigarettes aren’t helping. She doesn’t quite understand why he’s so possessive of her already and while it’ll work to her advantage in the long run, it’s too soon. She’s barely interacted with him except to smack him around whenever he tries to take advantage of a situation. The worst part is he isn’t a bad kisser, even if both times have been unwanted. She has a feeling that if she relaxed and actually kissed him back properly, she might enjoy it. The thought is almost enough to make her skin crawl. 

Will it really matter if she gives herself to him? Despite the memories she has of this life she never lived, Takara knows she doesn’t really belong here. She’s not actually a part of this world. Everyone except Takemichi acts as if she’s always been his sister, but the two of them know the truth. She is an intruder, a parasite that is taking over a life that does not exist. Is Takara truly alive or is she simply a parody of an idea, something formed only to push Takemichi into his fate? She didn’t think she believed in fate.

She takes another drag of the cigarette. It’s easier and easier the more she does it. Does it really matter what she does with her life if she doesn’t really exist? Her parents here barely acknowledge her existence and the only ones who do are the gangs she’s found herself surrounded with. She’s drawn blood multiple times and yet…no one has ever told her to stop. No one has ever said that she’s doing too much. They’ve only asked her to let them help her, to protect her. 

The very idea of needing help drives a wedge under her skin. Her brothers have always said that needing help is a sign of weakness, and since she was a girl, she was automatically weak. But…she can’t remember their names or the details of their faces…so do their opinions still matter? If the very things that have built the foundations of her are gone, have never existed in the first place…then who is she? What is she left with if the girl she was is gone and the only one left is the Takara of now?

“Fuck,” she mutters again, dropping the butt of the cigarette and rolling over it. She feels like she’s spiralling and there’s nothing to hold on to. She pulls out another cigarette and fumbles lighting it. It falls before she can calm herself down and before she knows it, she’s kneeling down and crying. 

The cigarette falls to the floor. Takara buries her face in her hands as she crouches there. It’s only experience that keeps her from wiping out as she balances on her blades and cries. She’s alone in this world. She has her brother, but every time he goes back to the future, she’s left fumbling in the dark, in this world that’s not hers. It feels like hers though. Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Emma, Hina, Ran…even Hanma…they all feel like hers. It terrifies her. 

She doesn’t know what it means to be Takara…except for taking care of Takemichi. 

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*For Context They Break Into His Room Since He's Locked In It Cause He's Grounded. His Guardians Underestimate Their Horny Delinquent Trans Son.

**Also Shinichiro Will Always Be Their First Experience Because Its My Au And Honestly I Don't Even Care Anymore.

***Also Also Kazutora And Mitsuya Just Weren't Options And Mikey Is Always 3rd Which He Absolutely Gets Pouty About.

[cottoncandy-cult]

Meeting Their Friends

This chapter won't feature gramps and Mikey's picks up right after the last chapter. only trigger is that there is a touch of underage drinking in Izana's, but I mean they are literal gang members. they've done worse than take a couple drinks of liquor.

Features: Draken, Hinata, Kakucho and Wakasa

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Mikey ft. Draken

Sayuri clung to her big brother's hand, she put on a brave face, but she was still nervous. She didn't want to embarrass her brother, much less herself. "It's ok Say, just one step at a time. You don't have to say nothing if you don't want. Kenny understands that things have been rough for you, we don't want to push you too far. Just want you to feel comfortable with him being around." His words had soothed her a bit, it was nice that she wasn't pressured into behaving a certain way. As they approached the park gate she took notice of the large male standing near the center of the entrance, he had his side to them and hadn't noticed their approach yet. A slight blush covered her cheeks, she was finally meeting someone new that wasn't part of her family. Mikey had called out to him once they got closer, the male slightly tilting his head back as he glanced in their direction before fully turning his body. He was huge compared to her, probably the tallest person she had ever seen. He didn't walk toward them, no, he instead squatted down to be a bit more on her level. Mikey had told him the day before how his little sister could be pretty nervous when it came to new people, so he was doing his best to be a bit less intimidating. Not too surprisingly it was something he had to do outside of the gang scene, he understood his size and resting bitch face could stress out even normal people. "You were right on time Kenny, Say and I just finished some ice-cream."

Draken chuckled a bit, nodding his head. "Is that so? Sounds pretty good." Dark eyes much like her brother's shifted back to her, Sayuri herself starting to relax as she realized how similar the two were. "So, you're Sayuri then? Your brother's told me a lot about you." He extended one of his large hands to her, offering her a slight smile. Mikey felt the tension in his shoulders relax as he watched her release his hand to take Draken's hand. It was cute how her eyes seemed to glow as she looked up at the massive man, he was worried it may have been too soon and he knows he would never hear the end of it if she had ended up having a panic attack or something. "It's nice to meet you, Emma says you're Mikeys babysitter, right?" At that Mikey pouted, their sister could be so mean sometimes. This question had Draken chuckling as he lightly shook her hand, nodding his head. "Yeah, something like that, someone's gotta carry him out of the restaurant." Now that got little Say laughing, she had seen Mikey fall asleep in many odd places. Like an odd game of hide and seek. Draken's body relaxed in relief; the way Mikey talked about her Draken had thought she was as fragile as glass. But now he was sure, she had to have an interesting personality no matter how shy she may seem. Something told him she'd end up a handful like Mikey, so it was probably a good thing he had 2 hands.

"Why don't we go find a someplace to hang out, it beats just standing around." These were Mikey's words, no sooner had he finished his sentence Sayuri tugged on his hand. "Can we go to the swings? I really like them." Shinichiro liked bringing her here every other day, the swings were her favorite place. Even if she wasn't flying through the air, just sitting on the swings was fun. "Sure, I don't see why not." Mikey smiled as he gently held her hand, the 3 of them making their way towards a large swing set. No one was around so they could hang out and talk freely, Sayuri in all her excitement let go of her brother's hand and ran the few feet away to the swings. One of them was wrapped around the upper bar, raising the seat somewhat higher from the ground. But she still tried her hardest to climb onto the seat, the site was cute enough to make Mikey chuckle and pull out his phone to record the sight. Draken watched for a minute or two, smiling and shaking his head he walked over to her and easily lifted her onto the seat since her brother wasn't going to help. She offered him a large smile and happy thanks; she tried kicking her little legs but couldn't get the swing to move more than a speedy sway. "Can you give me a push Kenny?" She looked up at him innocently, using her brother's nickname for the male. He normally didn't care much for the nickname, but he was willing to let it go, after all she was just a kid. "Sure but hold on tight. Even I can't get you if you go flying into a tree." She giggled at his words, kicking her feet excitedly as he placed his open hand on her lower back and gently pushed her. He did his best to restrain himself so that she could swing normally but not going to high, lord knows he'd have to physically throw Mikey to make sure she didn't hit the ground if she went flying (An entertaining idea he had to admit). Neither noticed that Mikey was still recording, he and his siblings had a group chat where they shared pictures and videos. He'd have to send this one for sure. He wasn't as oblivious to Emma's crush on Draken like she thought he was, so this would do perfect to tease his little sister. Pay back for all the smack she likes to talk. Soon he closed the camera though, tucking it into his pocket as he moved to join the two who conversed about something random Sayuri had questioned the tall male about.

Emma ft. Hinata

The older blonde was rather excited about the day, when Sayuri came back with Mikey a few days back Mikey had bragged about how well she did with her meeting Draken. The little girl had apparently warmed up to the gentle giant pretty quick, even asking him to push her on the swings. Now she and their other siblings had been picking dates so they could introduce her to their best friend, they had space it out to not exhaust her and they made sure to only pick on friend for now. Emma had chosen Hinata, the idea of them having a girl's night made her so excited. Even Sayuri had been riding on the energy, after things went well with Draken, she had gotten a big confidence boost and she was hopeful about meeting more of her sibling's friends. Currently the little girl was in a pair of mint green silk pjs that matched Emma's pink ones, they were waiting for Hinata to show up as she would be spending the night with them. Sayuri's long hair was pulled back into a ponytail, their usual facemasks on as Emma had a movie pulled up on the tv. "You're gonna like Hinata, she's really nice. She's dating one of Mikey's friends. You'll probably end up meeting him since he's usually around Draken and Mikey a lot." The mention of Draken makes the little girl's cheeks flush, nodding her head as she listened to her sister.

"How come Shin doesn't have a girlfriend? He's a lot older than us, right?" This made Emma snort, if only Say realized just how often she asked herself the same thing. "Shin is a little...silly sometimes. He gets scared talking to girl's and can be a little awkward, it can be endearing sometimes but he just hasn't found the right person yet." Say nodded her head, thinking about it. She had always heard talk of relationships, there were gossip columns in her mom's magazines that spoke about it. "I guess i can see both sides, a shy guy could be kinda nice but... I think I would prefer someone strong and confident. Someone who wouldn't be afraid to say they love me." She understood the importance behind the word love, she has lived without it and now that she has it, she felt the importance of it deeply. She hates how much she needs constant reassurance, but at the same time she loves hearing when her siblings or grandpa say it. It makes everything feel ok, so she really just wants someone who is patient and willing to reassure her that she's doing everything right. Of course, she didn't fully understand the different types of love, she didn't understand that romance is different from familial care. But she still knew that love in any form was good. "Yeah, I know what you mean Say, quiet guys are cute but there's a difference between mature silence and nervous silence." Emma patted her on the head, she loved having another girl in the house after so many years surrounded by guys. She tried not to let it bother her that Sayuri seemed to think much deeper than others her age, sure it made conversation somewhat easier, but she also understood it's because she had to grow up a bit fast and teach herself a bunch of stuff. They couldn't change the past, but they could help her and relieve some of the pressure going forward, Draken had teased her and her siblings the other day about them acting like guard dogs for the young girl and it was hard to be mad because it was true. No one had been there to protect the girl before, but now she had them and they were all more than capable of doing whatever they have to.

A knock at the door caught their attention, the wooden structure cracking a bit to reveal a young woman with burnt coral hair. "Hey there, sorry I'm late." Hinata entered the room as Emma motioned her inside, Sayuri watched her for a minute. Not out of nervousness but because she wanted to commit the girl's face to memory that way, she wouldn't forget her name. "It's no problem, Say and I were just having a boy talk~" Emma giggled as she scooted over on her bed, making room for Hinata to sit with them. "Oh really? Does Say already have a crush on someone?" Emma would often tell Hinata about Say's progress with relaxing and being a kid, Hinata was more than happy to hear about it since it was clear how much Say meant to her friend. She understood, she loved her little brother quite deeply as well. "Not sure, I was just telling her you were dating one of Mikey and Draken's friends." Emma giggled a bit, the thought of Takamichi making her happy. She nodded her head, looking over to Say. "You'll get to meet Takamichi soon probably, he's always with those 2." She spoke with playful exasperation, she loved that her boyfriend had friends he could hang out with. "Who do you like Emma?" At that her elder sister's face combusted into a cherry pink, now that Say had met Draken there was no way she could share that information. It was just too embarrassing for the older blonde, especially after what she said earlier. "No one really, most of the guys I around are Mikey's friends so it's kind of weird...What about you Say, you had your first crush yet?" She quickly diverted the topic, watching as Sayuri gazed at her suspiciously before shaking her head. "I've only met one person outside of our family once, so I can't really say. But Draken was really nice, so he certainly isn't at the bottom of the list." The little girl spoke matter of factly, neither older female reminding her that he's currently the ONLY man on that list. Emma was glad that Draken left a good impression on her, she hoped he might be a good influence on the young girl as far as confidence...and eventually helping the siblings run off any possible trash boys that try to use her in the future. Draken was going to be a part of their family, one way or another.

Izana ft. Kakucho

The male shushed Kakucho as they made their way down the hall, he planned to introduce him to his sister in a few days since Hinata had just been over 2 days before. Currently he was sneaking his friend in as both had been drinking and he offered to let Kakucho crash on his floor fir the night, he opened his door and flicked on his light. Both men entering and closing the door before noticing a movement on Izana's bed. A messy head of blonde hair peaking over his pillow, Sayuri had been sleeping on his bed in a pair of night shorts and a t-shirt. The buzzed male smiled; he was glad he didn't get smashed. He approached the bed as Kakucho stood at the door, watching quietly as the little girls hazy green/blue eyes locked on her big brother. "Zana?... Your home?" She sat up a bit as Izana moved to sit on the edge of the bed, gently petting her head. "Yeah, I'm home Say. Is everything ok? What're you doing in here?" He did his best not to slur, smiling down at the drowsy girl as she closed her eyes. "Was worried... you weren't home by bedtime. Thought you might not come back..." Her words held a sleepy lull to them, Izana's heart melted as he gently scooped her up and into his lap. "Sorry bout that, got distracted with some friends." It was then Izana looked up at Kakucho, the other male simply giving them their moment. "I was planning to introduce you two later, but I wasn't expecting to see you in here. Hope you don't mind if my friend joins us." In his tilted mind he couldn't come up with a single good reason to kick her out of his room, she was already so comfy and sleepy how could he tuck her into a cold bed in another room?

Minty eyes opened up a bit, glancing around before focusing as best they could on the new person. She lazily waved at the male, nodding as her brother told her Kakucho's name and motioned the male closer. "Hey there Sayuri, sorry to wake you up like this." Dual colored eyes gazed at the small child, she seemed so little in his friend's arms. He had heard a little from Draken about the young girl, the taller male offering his reassurances that she wouldn't spook as bad as her brother's feared. After all the 3 males practically expected her to pass out, immediately fearing that the worst could happen on their watches. Of course, accidents would happen, that didn't mean they were prepared for it emotionally, but they'd certainly be able to hold it together enough for her. "Is nice to meet you mister Kaku-" *yawn* The little girl was already starting to doze off again, snuggling into Izana's chest. "You can go on and sleep Say, I'mma stay up and talk to Kakucho a bit longer. I'll turn on the lamp though." Izana was gentle as he tucked the girl back in, watching her snuggle into the pillows as Izana turned on the bed side lamp and shut off the main light. From there it was a quiet conversation as they prepared a pallet on the floor for Kakucho, though they both ended up sitting on the edge of the bed while they spoke once his makeshift bed was made.

"Do me a favor and look out for Say when you can, I know she's gonna be around the gang and base plenty once she's more comfortable and probably even more as she gets older. And while I don't expect any of our friend's would do anything to her accidents could still happen." Izana looked to Kakucho, and while his words were slurred from drowsiness and alcohol, Kakucho could tell how serious he was. Heterochromic eyes shifted to the little girl, he had been close to Izana since childhood and considered him to be like a brother. If Izana wanted him to watch over Sayuri, then he would do so without question. He looked back to the white-haired male and nodded, giving him a thumbs up. "No problem, I'll keep the princess safe." He had cringed internally at his own cheesy words, perhaps he had drank more than he thought. With that they agreed it was time for bed, Kakucho climbing into his pallet as Izana slipped into bed beside the little one as quietly as he could. The dark-haired male watched his friend practically swaddle the sleeping girl in his cover, chuckling to himself as he had never seen Izana act so motherly. Once the girl was thoroughly incased the male settled down onto the bed, out like a light right after he shut off the light. He wasn't sure how the morning would go when the girl woke to a stranger sleeping on the floor, after all this all probably seemed like a dream to her when she first woke. He just hoped for the sake of the morning hangover that she didn't freak out completely, kid's shrieks were on a whole other level of painful.

Shinichiro ft. Wakasa

Shinichiro sat back on his bed, he and Wakasa leaning against the wall a they messed around with a video game. Though he paused the game when he heard the loud footsteps coming up the stairs and to his door, Sayuri had gone out with Emma and Mikey earlier that day to go to some shop in the mall that just opened up. Soon a quick but soft patter of knocking echoed from the door, Wakasa simply tilting his head as he knew if it was either of the other boys or Emma they would have just walked on in. "Come on in Say, I wanna introduce you to someone anyways." That was when it clicked for Waka, he had forgotten about the new family member despite agreeing to meet her when Shinichiro initially asked. He had heard a little from Draken about the girl, some of the other higher-ranking members having been made aware of the girl as well in preparation for Mikey bringing her to the base that way there wouldn't be to much chaos among the lower ranks. Soon the door opened and in ran a little girl, she was in a pair of jean shorts and a light long sleeved top with a pink floral pattern. In her hands she held a bag, happily going to Shinichiro's side. "We stopped by this shop that sells American style pastries; I got you some too!"

Shinichiro happily accepted the bag she offered him, patting her head gently. "Thanks Say, why don't you hang out with us, and we can snack on some. You don't mind do you Waka?" Shinichiro looked over the lazy looking male, the little girl looking up at him as she tilted her head curiously. It was the first she looked at him since she entered the room, her blue eyes glass like as she watched him patiently. "I don't mind, hope she doesn't get too bored watching us game." Sayuri smiled as she excitedly climbed on the bed between the two, giving the male a bright look. "I won't get bored, promise! I like watching Shin play his games, it's fun when he tries to do the puzzles." Her innocent giggles made Shinichiro pout, Wakasa chuckling as he nodded to the little girl. "I see, well you should have a ball today then since the game we're playing is full of partner puzzles." Her bright smile seemed to light even brighter at the thought, sure Shinichiro was smart but when it came to puzzle games, he sometimes gaslights himself and makes it all so much harder. "Just wait you two, I'll be fine without any help. Just you watch Wakasa." Shinichiro spoke quite confidently, smiling at his little sister's giggle fit.

As the two started up the game once more Wakasa hadn't moved from his spot, meanwhile Shinichiro was running around like a chicken missing its head. He was trying to follow some vague riddle that was supposed to lead him to a button, a button he had passed 3 times. Even Sayuri had noticed but she wanted to give her brother a chance to find it himself, she couldn't resist turning towards Wakasa to hide her smile as her brother turned towards them with a frustrated look. "Wakasa aren't you gonna do something? We need to work together." This comment had the little girl's shoulders shaking, Wakasa grinning lazily himself to his friend. "I thought you'd be fine without any help?" That made the dark-haired male huff, glaring at his friend frustratedly. "You know what I meant; this is a co-op game so we both need to look for the answer." He pouted as Wakasa only continued to chuckle, quirking an eyebrow as Sayuri hid her mouth behind her hand and watched the screen as Wakasa picked up his controller and walked right to the button Shinichiro had passed so many times. His eye twitched as Shin watched the screen, his face becoming his pink as he muttered out a playful, I hate you at the male and listened as Sayuri snorted with laughter at her brother's distress.

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Biological Information

Name: 宝船 華楓

Rōmanji: Housen Kaede

Meaning: Her last name stands for "treasure ship", while her first name means "maple".

Gender: Female

Age: 4 (in 1995 - first appearance)

14 (in 2005 - past timeline)

27 (in 2017 - future timeline)

Birthday: December 22nd, 1990

Height: 163 cm (5' 4")

Blood Type: +AB

Hair Color: Sandy Brown

Eye Color: Muddy Pink

Relatives: Hinode Katasuke (father) †

Housen Sumire (mother)

Housen Sayuri (younger sister)

Sakonji Misako (maternal aunt)

Sakonji Hayate (uncle)

Kaede Housen is a young girl who Takemichi accidentally ends up saving from being pushed against the train which was picking up speed. Later, he comes to know that she is one of Toman's honorary members, being the founders' childhood friend.

Appearance

Kaede is on the shorter side with sturdy muscles from taking Karate lessons. She is a late bloomer in terms of physique, often teasingly picked on by her female classmates for that. She had big pink-ish eyes and brown wavy hair that reaches the middle of her back.

Most times, she is seen wearing a standard school uniform that consists of a pale daffodils yellow blouse, blue and brown checkered skirt that matches her tie and black sneakers. When not in her uniform, that is on weekends, she resorts to stylish clothes but none that compromise her comfort. She is a big fan of jewelry but her heart-shaped earrings are rarely taken off.

Personality

Kaede is like a roller-coaster of neverending unpredictability. She is playful and loves pulling pranks, which are mostly harmless but at the same time, she can hold grudges like no other. One time, she mixed hair dye in Mikey's shampoo when sleeping over with Emma and he had to run around with neon green hair for a week until it wore off.

She is kind to those who prove they are worth no trouble. In that sense, she has a very prominent idea of what is good and bad. People are not able to tell at first glance but her perception is immaculate. She says it's just instincts but hardly anything happens in her presence without her knowing about it.

Kaede is extremely loyal, almost to a fault. Those she calls her friends will always be her top priority and in exchange they are stuck with her for life. It can also result in her picking longtime friends over new additions, like how she is slow in accepting Takemichi into their circle.

Kaede is impatient and often comes off as impulsive but when it comes to things that matter to her — such as scoring good in her tests to make her mother happy, making time for Toman rallies at night, hanging out with friends — she makes no compromises.

Abilities / Fighting Prowess

Kaede is a decently strong fighter and can easily take on fifty or so men. She focuses more on agility and speedy moves, knocking out the opponent before they can retaliate. She is a 4th Dan Black Belt in Karate.

Trivia

• Her image colour is Night Blue (#252850)

• She dislikes pushovers and people who only act nice with ulterior motives like her aunt and Kisaki.

• She likes strawberry cake, rainy days and bike rides through the Tokyo nightscape.

• She dislikes bitter food and strong scents. Isn't particularly fond of when Sayuri throws tantrums.

• A person she looks up to or respects is her mother.

• Her special skill is adapting to any art style at two or three glances and replicating it seamlessly.

• Kaede's dream is to become a manga artist and animator.

• Her heroic story (or failure story): She is yet unbeaten at chess, even going as far to get selected for Nationals.

• Her favorite spot is the amusement park.

• A daily activity of a certain day: Once Kaede's classmates had invited her over to go to the summer festival together but she declined. She instead went with her Toman friends, all of whom were decked in Tokkou-fuku due to having a fight later. Little did she know, all her classmates had seen her walking around with a menacing hoard of boys. The next day, everybody spoke to her with respect, fully believing she was either a daughter of a yakuza boss or in some reverse-harem situation. Needless to say, an explanation was much required.

• Kaede's relationship chart (past):

Mitsuya - Childhood best friend

Mikey and Baji - Learned Karate together.

Emma - Best friend

• Her bike is a Kawasaki ZX-7 that previously belonged to her uncle who helped her fix it.

Backstory

Kaede was actually friends with Mitsuya since kindergarten and their mothers remained in touch when their sisters were born in the same year, knowing they would also end up going to the same school when older. She and Mitsuya became quick friends, attached to the hip even. While he was the quiet type, she was the outgoing girl who was popular in all grades.

She met Baji and Mikey when her mother finally relented on signing her up for lessons at the Dojo, finding Mikey's chaotic nature and the two's endless bickering amusing. They caught her laughing at them once which led to an elaborate roughhousing — clothes being ripped, hair being pulled — before Grandpa Sano had to pry them apart and give the boys a lesson on discipline. Once they clamed down enough to talk like civilized humans, they found out they liked a lot of similar video games and T.V shows, chattering at hours on end even after practice ended.

Kaede became really attached to Emma when the girl arrived at the Sano household. The blonde girl was a timid little thing and upon first glance, Kaede decided she would be her friend. The two share a strong bond that never wavered through all of elementary school. Sleepovers became religious that Mikey's newly minted friends, in which she was elated to find Mitsuya, crashed.

Her middle school days were probably her peak years because after that, everything seemed to fall apart. Her friends were getting into more and more fights, this time involving guns and knives. When she received news of Draken's death, her head hurt so bad, she fainted in the middle of a busy road. After that, it was one after another with Baji and Emma. So many funerals became a common thing and by the time she reached high school, she was all alone after detaching herself from Toman which had merged with Tenjiku and truly ruled Tokyo, but at what cost? Daily committing the most unspeakable crimes?

All in all, she would lead a generic life in the first timeline, working in a makeup company and part time as an artist.

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Untitled - Sequel - PT.3

Once again sorry for the late update, things are a bit rough on my front. I hope you will enjoy it <3

Previous Part

T.W: n/a

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Wakasa 3rd POV:

The white leopard started to get restless when the clock in his living room struck 9pm and his beloved kitten was nowhere to be found. She often had dinner with Kazutora after their shift ended but usually she always messaged yet tonight, nothing. Trying to call her did not seem to work as the phone kept on ringing until voicemail switched on. He was about to raise an alarm and send out his Black Dragons when suddenly his doorbell rang. He rushed to the door and his eyes widened and the worst thoughts rushed into his mind as he found the Haitanis standing there with Angel in Rindou's arms. 

"What the fuck is going on?!" snaps at the brothers he takes Angel away from younger. "Is she okay?!" he asks as he frantically looks for her pulse and wave of relief washes over him as he feels her pulse. "Get the fuck in, right now" he growls at the Haitanis who reluctantly at first but walked in not daring to start shit with the White Leopard himself. 

Once inside Wakasa gently laid the unconscious young woman onto the sofa then looked at the infamous Roppongi brothers, who not enough just randomly showed up at his door after 5 years of absence but showed up with the girl they swore to avoid, unconscious. 

"This is a long story, and a cruel twist of fate" Rindou shakes his head as he looks at the leopard. 

"She is fine, we gave her a small dose tranquilizer, she should be awake soon, if she asks what happened, tell her she slipped and hit her head and you found her unconscious in the shop. If she mentions us, or Sanzu or Kokonoi, tell her she was dreaming" Ran instructed Wakasa who was still confused. 

"What the fuck is going on exactly, Haitani?" he cocks a brow looking at both of the brothers.

"One of our associates got shot and by accident ran into the pet shop where Angel worked... If Sanzu wouldn't have recognized her we might have had trouble. Long story short she basically saved our associate's life. Normally we shoot any witnesses, but for obvious reasons we did not harm Angel" Rindou explains.

"She needs to believe what happened was a dream so she won't come looking for us. She has to stay away from Mikey" the older Haitani's voice sounds eerily serious which was out of character for him.

"I mean obviously..." Wakasa just rolls his eyes and Rindou lets out an annoyed growl.

"You don't understand, Imaushi. He will kill Angel if she goes anywhere near him again" Rindou barks at Wakasa. "Trust me, it fucking sucks to leave her behind and not to see her again but if she starts snooping around us she will find Mikey and that won't end well so for her sake we're gonna disappear" 

"Wait... I don't understand... As last as I knew Mikey and Angel were fine?" he gives them a  confused look.

"A lot has changed since then..." Ran shakes his head. "Mikey changed... he was alright in the beginning, he actually started dating again but he never got over Angel, to the point that the his new girlfriend was basically a split image of Angel, except her personality was just pure trash but Mikey didn't notice, he became fixated on her and obsessed with her, which she took advantage of and just used Mikey. We tried to warn him, but it ended in Mikey beating Sanzu so bad he ended up in hospital... That's when we noticed the change in him, that was until he caught her cheating, he lost it. He massacred her along with everyone who was in sight, even we barely made it out alive" Ran explains as he lifts his shirt up showing a deep scar on his abdomen. 

"After that he wasn't the same, he lost his mind. He got this delusion that Angel did that to him, and he got fixated on killing her if he'll see her again. Angel got very lucky at Emma's wedding. By some miracle Mikey was able to control his impulses probably because of his love towards his sister, but if he catches her alone... Angel would be in grave danger" Rindou continues the explanation making the older man let out a deep sigh. 

"That fucking kid I swear..." he shakes his head then looks at the Haitanis. "Thank you...both of you" 

"We promised to always protect her and we're keeping our words" Ran says in a serious tone. "We should go" he glances at his brother who just nods. 

"Take care of her, Imaushi" the younger looks at the white leopard before giving one last glance at the unconscious cyclone and walking out. 

"I will" Wakasa nods then walks out the Haitanis and locks the door behind them. "You make everyone crazy..." he sighs as he walks back to her sleeping form and just watches her laying there. How can one single woman could have such an effect on so many men? It's been five years and the Haitanis are still wrapped around her finger. "You little witch" he sighs softly then gently picks her up and takes her up into their shared bedroom and after changing her into her pjs he lays her into their bed. "Goodnight kitten" he whispers against her temple before tucking her in then walking back downstairs. 

Later that night - Angel P.o.V:

When I woke up to my confusion I was in our bed, at home. I look around confused and hold my head as I feel dizzy all of the sudden. What the hell happened...? I suddenly feel a strong yearning for Wakasa's presence. I climb out of bed and put on his Black Dragon jacket then slowly walk down the stairs hoping he is home. 

"Waka...?" I call out with my voice almost breaking. The thought of being alone right now was terrifying me. 

"Baby, hey. Are you okay?" his voice comes from the sofa as turns his head to look at me. Without a word I just rush up to him and climb into his lap, cuddling up to him. "Hey, hey. Is everything alright, baby?" he asks in a soft tone as he instantly wraps his arms around me and caresses my back.

"I don't know... The last thing I remember was Rin and Ran..." I whisper into his chest. 

"Hmm? The Haitanis?" he asks with confusion in his tone. 

"Yes... Someone was shot end I... I saved his life, then there was Sanzu too" I explain as I try to recall what happened.

"Maya, there was no one there, and there was no sign of anyone being injured. You slipped and you must have hit your head because when I got there I found you unconscious behind the counter and the bowl of water spilled. You gave me quite the scare" he sighs. 

"Really?" I ask confused. "Though... that would explain why I feel dizzy. But it... it all felt so real... Ran's kiss, their arms around me... I thought I finally got my brothers back" I mumble into his chest. "I miss them so much..." 

"That's probably why you had a dream about them, your subconscious trying to ease the yearning you feel for their presence" he explains as he keeps caressing my back. "Try to forget about it, okay? Don't cause yourself more pain"

"You're right..." I sigh then close my eyes. "Please stay with me tonight... I can't bare to be alone right now, I need you..." 

"Of course, my gem. I'll be right here with you as long as you'll need me" he says softly then presses a kiss on top of my head and gentle gives me a squeeze which starting to relax me. I rest my head on his chest then close my eyes, slowly putting my mind at ease as I listen to his steady heart beat. 

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Idc who cares about a broken glass check out the new drawing-

If they ever met shu would think he's izana and kakucho's child for sure😔😂

Btw guys pls remind me to post the full pic of shu and kyogai members' jackets sometime

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