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"There's something about Takemichi.."
Chifuyu muttered, seeing the dyed blonde seemingly daydream as he worried more and more about the scarred teen.
It's been awhile since he was finally let out of the hospital, taking 3 bullets to avoid Draken from sacrificing his own life was something that had gotten him multiple lectures from everyone.
There were a few things that did confuse Chifuyu himself, as well as the others when it came to Takemichi.
He suddenly had a growth spurt, which was weird since they all thought that puberty already hit him with his height already— making him around 5'7 (a bit farther from Draken's height but closer to Sanzu's). When they asked him about it, he said that it was common for his height to be close to 6 feet since his mother and other relatives were close to that height or over it.
It was sudden for them, but after his time in the Hospital the boy didn't seem adamant in searching for Mikey anymore..so that's good?
but it was off that he suddenly didn't care about Mikey anymore.
Draken nodded at Chifuyu's words, seeing the amount of times Takemichi had sacrificed himself to save others: Baji, Kazutora, Hakkai, Yuzuha, Emma, Izana, Kakuchou, fuck— even Kisaki??
He's a proud Takemichi supporter, that's for damn sure. But ever since Takemichi's been let out of the hospital, he's been a bit..
"Off?"
"..Yeah, he doesn't seem..there in the head y'know?"
Chifuyu replied, under hushed breaths as his eyes glanced at Takemichi's parted hair— his black roots began to show when he decided on growing his hair into a mullet.
Draken sighed, going back to fixing the bike he got from a customer as Chifuyu kept his eyes on the distracted Takemichi.
He'd ask Inui about his takes on the hospital magnet of a boy, but the teen wasn't here today because of something..yeah he doesn't know and doesn't want to know.
"He just feels.. I don't know, more off-putting?"
"If you mean by him wearing more skin-covering clothes and a deep voice, then you shouldn't put too much thought into it. Like he said, it's probably just late puberty or something and a good sense of fashion finally coming to him."
He tried reassuring the blonde, who could only take such with doubt still lingering in his very being.
"Yeah.. you're probably right, it's just the whole thing with Mikey still feels..I don't know.."
The muttered, fiddling with his fingers as he looked at the Suzuki Katana 750 that Draken had been stuck on for awhile— taking his eyes off of the daydreaming Michi for only a little while.
Yeah..for a little while is crazy.
"Hey, Partner."
Chifuyu felt as if he jumped out of his skin when he heard the sudden voice of Takemichi right near his ear, having enough dignity in him to not scream like a highschool girl as the boy let out a chuckle from his scare.
The cold blues that once had a bright feeling to them, it just..
Didn't feel right.
"I'm gonna head home now, how bout I treat you guys tomorrow?"
"Ah— you don't have to Michi!"
Chifuyu fought back the sudden feeling of wariness, the cold sensation of Takemichi's hand resting on his shoulder with a wide smile.
"Don't worry! What are partners for anyway?"
Once the dyed blonde was making his way to the exit, the feeling of danger left the area— their crybaby hero smiling at the two before bidding farewell.
"See you guys later!"
Ring!
The ringing of the store's bell echoed, Chifuyu felt a sudden exhale of relief left him— making Draken look at him with a confused expression.
That didn't feel like Takemichi at all— that..
He barely looks like Takemichi..he stayed in the Hospital for only a month— he- he couldn't have possibly changed that much!
"..Chifuyu?"
He was pulled out of his thoughts, eyes filled with confusion looking right at Onyx ones.
He was sweating a lot, yet it wasn't that hot today..
"Damn it, you're overthinking again.."
The lanky male cursed under his breath, walking over to the small freezer to grab him a bottle of water.
'That..can't be Takemichi..'
...
Right?
Takemichi walked in a rather lousy way— hands in his pocket as he hung his head back and took somewhat wide steps. His thoughts taking him someplace else, his body seemingly on auto-pilot.
"I technically have control over Tokyo Manji now, with everyone my adorable Otouto saved and now had their absolute devotion..and with previous Black Dragon Members merged in.."
Along with his own gang, it wouldn't be difficult to find Manjirou and kill his entire gang for harming his beautiful blue spider lily.
Takemichi smiled gleefully, those cold blues that seem to have gotten more dark as time passed.
'Ah~ I should get home soon, Takemichi's missing my touch~'
He thoughts are filled with sinful lust, a pep forming in his steps as he continues his way home.
"Tadaima!"
Takemichi called out in the dark house, getting no response in return— he usually gets such as he slipped off his shoes and happily skipped into the house.
His demeanor was rather bubbly, compared to the cold and desolate area he called home: plates stacked up in the sink, garbage bags filled to the brim in the corner of the kitchen and his sofa as dusty as ever, with a TV that seemed to haven't been touched since it was bought.
He hummed a tune that was similar to a kid's show, small steps walking through the messy house— though the doors had stains to them..only one was left clean.
His smile widened to something more of a grin, his gloved hand turning the knob to reveal the dark room with numerous machines surrounding a sleeping figure.
Takemichi walked into the room with pride, flipping the switch to reveal the disgusting room that was covered to the brim with pictures of two boys— both ravenets with one evidently around 8 or 9 and the other around 14 or 15.
There in the bed, surrounded by medical machines, was a boy with raven hair and the ends a bright yellow color. His figure was rather in the slim side, with pale skin and a peaceful look on his face. One of his palm revealed a knife wound that eventually came to be a..
a scar.
"Takemichi, Your Aniki is home~"
'Takemichi' cooed, gloved fingers running through the raven hair that grew out to be a bit past his shoulders. Those raven eyebrows furrowed, seemingly disturbed by the sudden touch that made the mullet male stiffen.
The face of astonishment, quickly turned to anger.
"Even when you're in a fucking coma.."
He contemplated choking the comatose teen right then and there, hands inching closer and closer to the pale throat of Takemichi's.
"You still won't accept my love.."
He dragged his words, stopping his hands from fully grasping the boy— he seemed so fragile in his sleep..
Like a beauty made out of glass.
His beauty.
His gleeful look returned on his face,
"You'll accept me when you wake up, I'll make you."
'Takemichi' muttered, quickly grabbing a chair to stare at the boy's figure for the entire day.
"You wouldn't dare to run away from your Takemi~nii again, would you?"