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Izana would be lying if he denied the bubbly feeling of happiness to see his baby sister smiling innocently towards a stranger, that turns out to be the blond boy from before. Takemichi, that mystery running around these streets of his, joined his rival's gang and talks so ever close with his sister Emma. HIS sister. Who does he think he is? That boy named Takemichi. If you would have asked Izana, he wouldn't give you an answer beside a shrug. This is bad for his image not knowing possible obstacles, that he needs to take care of if they deem to threaten his role as a gang leader.
But he knows that Hanagaki would never capture Emma's heart. She's deeply in love with Mikey's right hand man, to be interested in a guy like him. Well, she likes Draken so much, it irks him to death. Emma, how could you turn on me behind my back? Even though, he loves her. He's her older brother too. He should have taken the responsibilities into account.
What did Kisaki even mean to deal with his sister? Possible distract her. Divert Mikey's attention that his gang would lose the next appointment of their brawl and he would be the leader of all. He's not that hungry for power. He just likes the good atmosphere of an equal fight. He is very organized, Izana smirked to himself. He gave Mikey the exact date and time for ending all of this. Now he just need to lean back and see what Kisaki planned. But really, Izana doesn't trust that guy a bit. Shady. He ordered Shiro to delve into the background information of Kisaki. A snake to be dealt with too later on. He smells like trouble. Not only for his branch but for everyone, thus a shudder came over his body. He had a bad feeling about this.
Now all he does after leaving Mikey alone with the proposal on that graveyard, is stalking his half-sister and the new black dragon leader, Takemichi Hanagaki, who is with her without his guarding dog. Koko even tried to persuade him not to come in contact with that blonde. But it wasn't his fault, Hanagaki made the first move. Just who is Manila? Who the fuck is this Manila? Who!?
He listened to their conversation. It is about him. About Mikey's strength and that he's still a little boy. About Shinichiro's death, he cannot get over with it. Still, engraved even if he left them behind. Baji's death...the one aggressive and battle maniac he would love to recruit weren't it for the undying loyalty towards Mikey which led to his doom. Every one you're close to is dropping like flies. He hopes really that this is not a curse and that he'll be a victim too. He would've never thought so low and scared about it. But some things didn't make sense at all.
Emma is a strong girl. She talks so mature. Izana could listen to her for hours. Just to have their little family time back. Just Him and her. Together. Outsiders. Foreigners from the family. Brother and Sister.
And for a moment, Izana wanted to rip the toman's uniform off Hanagaki and pulls theirs over. That black didn't really suit that boy. But the boy was too innocent in his eyes to accomplish the strength he has. He would later wonder how that boy is still alive with all this gang shit happening.
Both of them stood in front of a vending machine. Izana felt awful for following them and observing them from a blind spot. Mundane things they do. Weariness crept over. Something...this feeling is back.
And then he heard it. The echoing doom of an oblivious girl that has nothing to do with them. Nothing to do with his business. Actually, he only want her away from the gang shit. He heard it. And swore under his breath. He can already taste the bitter feeling on his tongue, can imagine what is going to happen. And he swore that whoever did that or try it will not see the light of the day of tomorrow.
The roaring of a bike brought him back. It came closer. And closer. And then, suddenly everything went too fast. The cry of despair, the screaming of the young fair extremely horrified about the deed they witnessed. The red colour that looks cool on his hands if he beaten the people up but not on the floor, and the navy bike with the predator on top, swinging his bat to hit his sister. Planning to hit his sister. To kill her. Hurt her. A bat to the head. Shinichiro. He promised Shinichiro to take care of Emma. Emma who is in the range of the bat.
And before he could jump out and interfere, Takemichi shielded Emma and took the bat to his head. That boy surprises one. And he would have left them there. But then Emma screamed with tears in her eyes. The coolness and her maturity ripped off by a biker. He didn't forget it. And he will not forgive it. The man on the bike made his sister cry. And he'll pay for it.
Takemichi didn't move at all. Emma was fussing over him, terrified and traumatized trying to find a sign of life. And the blood coats her fingers when she brushed Takemichi's head. Looking startled at it. Gasping with a weary and sad voice. Don't cry. Don't weep. Sister you're strong enough. Izana wanted to blame Takemichi for her sadness, but what can a boy do to her bleeding on the ground because he protected her from a deadly incoming blow?
Subsequently, he made eye contact with the biker, realizing who it was. Kisaki. Who offered him to deal with his sister. If he knew before what that man meant by that, he would have never let him do as he please. Killing? Making his hands dirty with the blood of his family? His sister? That madman. That fucker!
In that split second, Izana, leader of Tenjiku, saw red.
“AARGH!!! FUCK!!!”, his victim screamed in shock and fear, lying several feet away from his bike. He kicked him off. Away from his only exit out of this dilemma. He stalked slowly towards the man and kicked the bat away, while breaking the arm of Kisaki, who howled in pain. The helmet will not save him. No, Izana will not let him escape. Live? He is going to make sure Kisaki regrets his decisions. “You fucked up.” He told Kisaki with a flat angry voice. He kicked him again, over and over. The scream of betrayal rang into his ears. He's not betraying Kisaki, when the mole he caught was the one all along. A fool. Don't try to mess with me. Don't try to mess with my family. This is my personal problems. I never asked for your support, you have empty hands. You are lesser than even Takemichi.
Who stopped him, actually taking revenge on Kisaki...maybe killing him in the progress. Takemichi caught him off guard once again, with his hand on his leg, grasping it as if it were the last thing on earth to touch. “d-don't kill him.”
He hesitated but didn't stop. And kicked Kisaki into his face creating a mess of broken bones and teeth. “Why not? Emma cried because of him. You're hurt.”
“but you'll end up as a murderer. I don't want to get you into troub—ble because of us.”
Izana can't help it but appreciate his wordings of including Emma. He stopped and then shared eye contact with Takemichi, who tried to smile but failed utterly. Emma stood nearby looking worried. He sighed. You'll be the death of me. “Fair” He only countered and picked Takemichi up. “But you still need to go to the hospital, you wreck of bones.” He teased with a lazy tone. To which Takemichi stared at him, without making a sound and only nod. “A concussion?” Emma fretted anxiously. “ I hope so. Still a hospital.” I don't want a second Shinichiro. Takemichi seemed to be passed out, but shortly opened his eyes. “You look better than Manila, truth to be told.”
Ok! Fuck this. Who's is that person he's mentioning again?? Who's Manila? It's not him for sure. His pride however swells on. “Shut up. Your wound is...” He didn't care. He didn't plan to care. But now he does. He's near Takemichi. Talking with him. So he bluntly told Takemichi, “ I don't know why you joined Toman. You're not strong enough. One day, you'll be killed. You will, with no doubt that's what others think of you. But you're an interesting fellow. Improve that and you may join us.”
“I don't plan on joining you.”
“So what is your purpose then?”, He asked wanting to know more about Takemichi.
“My purpose? Do I ….need...an explanation?”, Takemichi slurred with half lidded eyes. “Keep going.” Emma urged him. He listened. He didn't like her being sad.
“Mood.” It seems he is not a bit smarter than Takemichi itself. He cannot talk more than he wants to. It's the only way. And Kisaki? Kisaki will rot in hell.
He'll make sure of that.