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The toman, a delinquent group which was founded 12 years ago in Tokyo. Fearful in reputation, because of the strength and influence mostly held in its president Sano Majirou aka Mikey and Ryugujin Ken aka Draken.
In those 10 years, the group which was at first a small group diversified its activities, getting on some underground dealing, yes, but mostly legitimate work, by example the first division captain being the owner of a vip bodyguard company, providing services for politician, actors and other influential figures. The second division opened and high fashion shop, which quickly opened branches all over the country and even a few abroad. The third division’s captain inherited his parent’s real estate company and managed to make it the first one of the country, providing high class houses and flats, owning several resorts throughout the country. But also lodging with really advantageous price for the less well off. The sixth division, which was built only 6 years ago was mainly composed of woman, and was focused on the entertainment industry : rap, hiphop, idols groups and even movies, in less than a decade, it rose among the giants of the Japanese movie industry, and most of the song records got worldwide renown.
However, even if the divisions were independent and lead by a captain, the loyalty toward the president was unwavering, making him the center of all the power. All in all, the Toman became at a state scale, and even worldwide one, an influential powerhouse.
Tokyo, 4pm, august 2020.
A slick, black Cadillac CT6 with tinted windows was rolling down the streets. Inside the car, the front with the driver was separated by a glass window, at the back, two people were sitting. One of them in a three pieces suit, holding the jacket under his arm. His eyes were deep, and expressionless, his black hair was shaved on the side and the middle was braided, on the right side of his skull, a dragon tattoo could be seen. The other figure was looking through the window, wearing a white cardigan with a black undershirt showing under because he did properly close it. His neck and shoulder , bare because of his clothing, were ornated on the left side with the same dragon tattoo as his seatmate.
His face was hard, frowning eyes but no other muscles contracted, making a weird contrast. His eyes were even darker than the man’s next to him, looking like twin voids. Watching the building flash past his eyes, his eyes darken even more. Suddenly straightening up and turning toward his friend, he shouted
“Kenchiiiiin ~~. I’m hungry ! It’s snack time ! SNACK TIME and I aint seen no snack put before me yet.”
“Oi don’t call me like that here” giving a side eye at the glasses separating them from the driver, Draken let out a sigh and searching through his pocket, he got out a lollipop, unwrapped it and with a “here you are for now Mikey” put it in his friend’s pouting mouth.
Looking a bit pacified, Mikey avidly started biting his candy, finishing it in a few second, already turning his face toward his friend, eyes glimmering and making grabby hands, he asked
“again again Kenchin ! Eheh that’s with I love you the best, my most loyal friend and subordinate.” Trying to play slick, knowing that behind his angry scowl Draken was a big softy, he was brutally brought back to reality by a disinterested “too bad, it was my last one. I’m not wearing a five-million-yen worth suit to pack candies in it, have you gone mental?”
“Rebellion”
“Huh?”
“Rebellion. Against me, thus against the Toman. You got nerve Kenchin, backstabbing me like this.”
“Of for fu-. Okay you know what? Let’s get out from the car, we’ll find a place for you to eat sum. I ain’t dealing with a bawling baby capable of kicking someone’s head clean off or breaking a reinforced door with his legs. OI !” Knocking on the glass window, Draken said with a sigh “man, drop us here, go back to the main headquarter, while get back on feet there.”
“Hum sirs, are you sure? It could be-” the driver was interrupted, first by a chilling cold down his neck, then by the unfazed voice of Mikey
“Dangerous? What is dangerous to us in this world? If there happened to be such a thing, do you think you or this reinforced car could stop it? Don’t forget, Toman killed people who thought they were unreachable. The only way to stay alive is to be strong.”
The car coming to an halt near a commercial street, Mikey opened the car’s door and started getting out, he still threw a small stare at the driver and said “and being strong enough to keep on living is the Toman’s specialty”
Finally on the pavement, Draken and Mikey started looking around. Mikey, stretching his limbs like a cat then rapidly began turning his head left and right, in search of a pre- no a place which could maybe satiate his hunger. Almost starting to run wild, Draken just grabbed him by the collar of his falling cardigan, almost lifting him in the air.
“Oi Mikey, calm down, you are scaring people; you look like a drug addict in withdrawal.”
People were indeed looking at them, some pedestrians even stop to look, not because of the shorter man’s suspicious behaviour but because of the outstandingly handsome appearances of the two men. Doubled with the expensive car they were not even a few minutes ago being chauffeured in, they gathered a lot of attention.
Back to the unsuspecting duo, Draken, who started to look for a nice place to grab some food from, stopped his look on a small, exceedingly small corner shop, very well maintained but old. The sign over the door said Hanagaki’s delight -traditional and foreign desserts.
Seeing the sign, he slightly frowned at the name, thinking about and old acquaintance, one he still owns a debt to. Listening to his instinct, Draken finally let go of Mikey, and before the later could start running around once again, he told him
“Let’s go there, they, say that they are expert on Japanese desserts, maybe you’ll get some nice taiyakis.” Finishing his sentence, Draken who was already hand on the door’s bar started hearing Mikey’s answer.
“Then the better walk it like they talk it, otherwise, I’ll spin their j-“ his threat was cut by a cheerful welcome
“OH ! Customers ! Good mor- no it’s the afternoon already ! Good God it’s the afternoon already and you are the first customers of the day. Not that the food is bad but………” still fumbling with his words, Mikey drowned out his speech and just focused on looking at his face.
Cute.
Terribly, irresistibly cute.
But….also oddly familiar ? A slim built, messy hair, and these blue eyes.
“Oi !” said Draken whose face was growing dark once again.
“Yes sir !?” almost throwing his back out with the speed he straightened his body at, Takemichi started sweating. It’s, it’s them ! Draken kun and Mikey kun too ! He became even more handsome ! Let’s act perfectly and maybe they’ll come back.
Throwing his best commercial smile (which was a bit tense due to the pressure), he waited for the following words of one of his ‘in another life’ hero.
“Takemitchy” the named boy suddenly paled but felt elated in his heart, he remembers me ? The crybaby unable to fight?
“What ? It’s me Draken, don’t tell me you don’t recognize me, come on you’ll hurt my feelings. When I saw the name of the shop, I knew almost for sure that it was you.” Sliding his arm around the smaller man’s shoulder, he bent his knees and said “but damn your customer service is crappy, we’ve been here for 5 minutes and you still haven’t led us to a table, ain’t that bad Mikey ?”
The two, half hugging men finally turned their attention to the silent person. Mikey. Head bent, eyes hidden behind his bangs and shoulders slightly shaking as before a fight. Mikey looked pissed. Detaching himself, with a friendly pat and a soft “good to see you again Draken kun”, from Draken’s playful headlock, timidly shuffling forward, toward the object of his affection for 12 years, he said
“Hello Mik- Manjirou san, it’s been a-”
“Takemitchy !” bouncing on his long lost friend, he tightly hugged him…..and took advantage of the other’s simple mindedness to feel him up a bit. Takemichi, who thought that the other was mad at him was so relieved that he started hugging back.
“And don’t call Manjirou, call me Mikey like you used too, we are close enough for that aren’t we ?” trying to guilt trip his infatuation into regaining closeness, Mikey wondered why did he call him by his nickname and not me !? Majirou san, wtf is that ! Does he like him ? If yes why though ? Draken ain’t nothing more than a tall bean sprout, I’m way more handsome… feel it ! Tightening his hold on the crybaby Mikey hoped that the other would be able to feel his musculature a bit better, while snarling at Draken, who looks at him with a puzzled air. Takemitchy, started getting red in the face, because of the monster strength that was being applied to him, sure, but also because of close contact with his…. “friend”
Draken, getting bored of all the flirting interrupted “
Mitchy, your customer service is really shit, I hope that the food is great.”
The mentioned man, remembering that he was at work finally lead both of them toward a table, the one nearest to the counter and further away from any windows and the door. While walking, Draken and Takemitchy were next to each other and Mikey right behind them. Profiting of the view he could get, he even let himself get a few more steps behind the duo in front.
Finally sitting his customers, Takemitchy asked, “what do you guys want to eat? Something Japanese or foreign? It’s on me, after all I was quite unprofessional with you, and we are friends so for the first visite, it’s free !” cheerfully offering, he beamed at them. Draken looked around and saw the deserted state of the shop, wanting to be sensible and not ruin the poor guy even more. He just hoped that Mikey would take the hint why his pointed glare. Unfortunately, he was totally absorbed in an intense Takemichy watching session.
“Huuum just a matcha green tea for me Mitchy, and Mikey ? Didn’t you want to eat Japanese food and kick the cook’s ass if it wasn’t go-”
“Anything.” Leaning on the table and supporting his head with his hand, he looked up at Takemitchy and repeated “anything you can cook right now, I want some, I really want to try your cooking, then come sit with us. I don’t think your customers will miss you and want you to hang out with us for a bit.”
Draken, outwardly was calm apart from a nervous tick on his temple. But inside, his face was similar to The Scream painting. Mikey….. you really are a ruthless motherfcker. You the kind of guy who’d kick a baby to steal his lollipop. The man is broke and you are still going. If you want to make him homeless to get him faster, I can send guys to break his shop and make sure insurance can’t help him, but now that’s just cruel. Anyways, I’ll just send him a check later.
But Takemitchy was really flustered and excited at the prospect of cooking for his friends, after all, since he cut all contact with them, he always was lonely, his parents were working in a foreign country, his shop was crappy (even if the food was great!) and he was struggling to meet ends every month. Now, his routine was beautifully broken by two of his most important friends. He was ecstatic!
Almost skipping toward his kitchen he missed the lashing Draken was giving to a now chastised Mikey.
“Mikey, does Satan take lessons from you ? Because you are evil. Can’t you see this place ?! It’s well maintained, yes, but you can clearly see that there’s not a lot of money going around. And you, savage monkey child, all you think of his offer is to literally eat him into bankruptcy ! You are down to a low point man.”
Finishing his rant, he waited for an answer from the other. Mikey, who was seeing the bigger picture now that Takemitchy’s halo was out of reach, felt bad for his inconsiderate act, but right before he could mutter his apology, a piece of Draken’s rant took all his attention.
Eat him.
Heh.
Heheheheh.
“Heheheh” laughing at his own dirty mind, Mikey rose his head to make his eyes meet Draken’s directly. The later, really wondering if his boss was going mental hear a sentence which confirmed his doubts.
Smiling softly with a faint blush on his cheeks from laughing and…other things “Yup I’m super down right now, I’m down bad bad Kenchin” finishing his sentence, his smile shifted into a savage one, worthy of his nickname: Invincible Mikey of the Toman.
TBC