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Ichika smiled as she held onto her two baby boys. They were just starting to toddle. The Junkos were behind her and her mother was right next to her holding her baby brother Junpei. They had just gone to pick up her four-year-old self from the preschool. Thanking the lord she had grown out of chanting most of the swear words she heard.
“Why do you like my bandana brat?” Murayama asked with a smirk as ‘Baby Ichika’ tried to put his bandana on her head and failed.
“Mama-sama likes you. And so do I.” Ichika peeped up.
“Uh-oh looks like you have a rival for Murayama.” Naomi smiled at her daughter.
“MINE YA LITTLE BRAT!” Ichika smirked at her younger self who stuck out a tongue at her older self.
That’s when they heard a smashing noise coming from the area of Itokan. They expected it thanks to the heads up from Strawberry Milk. “YOU’RE NOT DONE YET?!” Ichika roared seeing Cobra and her Papa fighting a couple no-name thugs.
“Stronger.” Cobra kicked one of them into a trashcan. “Then they looked.”
“Put your back into it, Cobra-chan.” Murayama smirked at the guy that just blindsided him. Knowing that he wasn’t in any REAL danger. Plus this was a deal with Sannoh not SWORD. He had his own usurpers to deal with in Oya. Even one that Joe informed him that would have set up Blood Red before Baby Ichika would take it over.
“Lazy Baka-sama.” Kiba snorted as he appeared, dragging one of the thugs by his hair.
“NO FAIR GETTING THE BOYS INVOLVED! I thought we agreed Little Wolf was a Rude Boy?” Ichika smiled as both Junkos protected their baby girls, shrinking behind everyone. While everyone else just watched the fight. Chiharu was kicking two at once. “Who did we decide got Joe again?”
“Not Sannoh.” Cobra took the thug from Kiba and punched him to the ground. “And I didn’t get him involved. These asses jumped us.”
Murayama looked at Cobra with a smirk. “And I thought you were the smart one. And Joe is my...homeroom teacher.” Ichika laughed. She knew exactly where Joe had ended up. She just loved the sound Murayama made when he brought up Joe being part of Oya. As their new teacher. Ichika then looked at Murayama over her shoulder for his other comment about being the smart one. “Y-Ya know of the two of us. You are smarter than both of us.”
Baby Ichika kissed his cheek. “Yup.” Both Ichikas said together.
“Wrap this up sooner rather than later babe.” She looked at her Papa and Noboru fighting two thugs. “ MAMA has sent a package to us. More toys for the kids and something Papa wanted us to look over.” She looked at the thugs. “So finish this up or I get my 9mm and start shooting dicks.”
The thugs began to crawl away as Cobra chuckled. “Bet Yamato sent me a bill for the underwear he soiled when I visited last.”
“How is it possible her father has your first name Yamato?” Dan asked.
Chiharu looked at him. “Has no one else questioned that?”
“Hush now little Chiharu-san. Or else you will have to repeat ANOTHER year at Oya.” Murayama smirked. Chiharu was the only one to come close to figuring it out. Probably because he was the one that looked up to Yamato more than the rest.
“Common name.” Cobra gave the youngest member a glare. “C’mon. Let’s go inside.”
Ichika kissed him. “The rest of you are dismissed...or do I really need to get my gun?” All of Sannoh looked at Cobra who smirked. “Chiharu you stay!” His eyes went wide.
“It was nice knowing ya.” Dan whispered to him as he walked past. Everyone entered Itokan.
Cobra tried not to laugh, then froze at the sight of the box sitting on the bar. For some reason, the sight of it made his blood run cold. He tried to ignore it, slipping into his booth and opening a magazine.
“Before we open this box. Chiharu. We have to talk.” She looked serious as Yamato got out all of the child safety seats for the five children in the room. Both Junkos took over their responsibilities of taking care of the kids after each gave Kiba a kiss.
“You are the smart one in the gang.” Chiharu blushed at the praise. “So I don’t have to shoot you mid sentence to keep the secret. I’m going to tell you who my parents really are.” Yamato’s eyes went wide. “Papa, I’m in charge when it comes to the gangs. SO SHUT UP AND EAT!”
Cobra managed a chuckle still eyeing the box.
“Yamato, that Yamato right over there, IS MY PAPA. I come from the future. So do Kiba and Joe. They are my sons from a future where half of us died right here. The other Junko is from a timeline where Kiba was killed by Chanson. All of this is true. And you are the first gang member to truly figure it out on his own. So kudos. NOW KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT BEFORE I SHOOT YOUR DICK OFF!”
“Easy, Chika. Come here.” Cobra patted the seat. “Let Yamato scare him more.”
“It’s more fun when I do it babe.” Ichika sighed, cuddling up to Cobra. “You have a bad feeling about what Papa wanted us to look at?”
“Are you a mind reader now?” Cobra tried to keep his voice light.
“I mastered Cobra-ese, remember?” She kissed him. “But we both know we better open it. CHIHARU OPEN THE BOX! If the toys are from my time...I am going to go back and punch him in the dick. Do you know how hard it is to hide a Halo Watch in this time period?”
As the box was opened he pulled out a few toys that could pass from this time but WERE from the future. He gave Baby Ichika the bunny and Junepi the stuffed gun looking thing. “BAKA BOY!” Murayama swatted him. And swapped out the two stuffed toys. “Yamato...WHY DID YOU GIVE HER A GUN?!” He groaned.
“I gave up trying to figure out that man.” Naomi moaned.
“There is a strange looking thing here.” Chiharu said slowly, looking at the device.
“Papa is going to get quite the dick punch!” Ichika sighed.
“Here is the Halo Watch.” Murayama sighed, pulling it out from behind the bar hidden to the public.
Ichika inserted the Halo flash drive that was in the box and searched it. And a bunch of images appeared in the air. “...Why? Why did he send these?”
A set of detailed autopsy photos of Cobra stunned them all. The main one Ichika remembered, the rest showing knife wounds in the back and worse, a horrible slash across the Sannoh leader’s throat.
Cobra closed his eyes tight and mentally cursed his older friend. Ichika felt tears flow down her cheeks as both Junko tried to cover all the little faces so they couldn’t see Cobra like that. “I’m going to shoot him in the dick. WHY THE FUCK WOULD HE SEND THESE TO ME?!” Everyone’s eyes widened as she flipped through the images. Finding one of that alley. Cobra’s body lying in the center of the crime scene. “EVEN THE FUCKING CRIME SCENE PHOTOS?!”
“Wait.” Murayama said suddenly. “What is that by Cobra-chan?”
“Your stupid note.” Ichika remembered the damn thing. “Remember you gave it to Cobra saying that you were leaving to deal with something for a little while? It fell out when he pulled out his phone to call Papa knowing that he was going to die. I still have that scene in my head seeing it so many damn times in my nightmares.” She flipped through more of the pictures.
“Why are there pictures of a skeleton in some of them?” Joe asked, having only just walked into the room not getting the full picture but seeing the Cobra photos floating around his mother among others.
Cobra and Murayama stood as one and practically ran out of Itokan.
Ichika was stunned as she read some of the data. The Halo Watch would give data directly to the wearer so that the only thing that would be shown is the images that they wanted to share. “T-That’s Murayama.”
Cobra and Murayama paced the abandoned train station.
“Why would he send those? And where did he get them?” The Sannoh leader kicked an empty can in fury.
“Saigo.” Ichika said to the two of them. “You!” Ichika looked at Murayama. “You knew that was you. How long have you had your memories?”
“Uhh..” Murayama exchanged looks with Cobra.
“Since Cobra’s breakdown...” She sighed. She kissed him lightly. “Is that why you helped me with my confusion when I got mine?”
“He helped you because you helped save him.” Cobra spoke quietly. “Unlike myself.”
“And what does that mean boys? No secrets. Out with it you two.”
“Why do you think Gokai Blue only showed up near the end of the loop?”
“Of fucking course. YOU WERE GOING TO DIE TOO?!”
“The reason it kept resetting was not only for us. It was supposed to have been longer the first time. Because Murayama was missing and..” Cobra shook his head, his lips tightening. “And I lied to you.”
“Baka Gangleader-San. Baka-kun. I love you both. Just tell me why my Papa thought this mattered. You know what this was about back then. We should have put this behind us. And why were bits of your body spread through the other gang’s territories?”
“Because Murayama’s murder is what destroyed SWORD for your timeline.”
She thought about it for a minute. “There were no gangs. Oya went to war with the others because they couldn’t figure out who the someone else was that had killed both of you to destabilize the whole thing. So...they killed each other. AND YOU LIED TO ME! Letting me believe that lie even though you knew the truth!”
“The gang members still alive scattered. The Rascals kept doing their thing, but the others were gone. Todoroki is in a prison in your timeline, death row.”
Ichika kissed Murayama again. “I’m so happy the Toku boys saved your baka ass.” she breathed in his scent. Then she punched him in the shoulder and swatted Cobra on top of his head. “AND THAT’S FOR BOTH OF YOU LYING TO ME!”
Cobra looked away, posture tense. The muscles in his jaw twitched angrily. “Don’t give me that. We have been a happily married couple for a few years now. And Murayama is ours. It would have made me happier to know that he was alive because of the love you and I found while you were a ghost.” She sighed. “I’m just mad that you didn’t tell me.”
She thought about it for a minute. “Li wanted me to write that story. Was he trying to lure out the survivors?”
“Wouldn’t put it past him.” Cobra shrugged before looking down.
“That’s why you wanted to put him in jail. You wanted to shut down the article but you fell for me as I fell for you and you couldn’t stop yourself could you?” Ichika chuckled to herself. “Why did Papa send this back to me? Li’s dead, his father is dead, Chanson is in shambles. What could make him think this would be something that could help us?”
“Li’s just in jail in your time, isn’t he?” Murayama asked.
“You’re right.” Ichika sighed. “Cobra figure out a team. Pick from everyone that we would be alright knowing the secret. I think we are going Li hunting.”
“No.” Cobra straightened his back. “This is my problem. I’ll deal with it.”
“We are a family! All of us. You aren’t going alone.” She looked sternly. “Plus Old Man Li won’t expect the fury of SWORD 20 years after it disbanded into chaos.” She smirked.
“Chika, this is not a game. This isn’t a case of intimidating the Warriors or the idiot tough ass brothers. This isn’t about wanting to prove yourself. This man, his father, are cold blooded killers. They manipulated Kohaku into nearly destroying SWORD. Made him attack friends he’d had for years. In your time, he manipulated SWORD into wiping themselves nearly out! Do you know what it’s like? To try to get everyone to stop and talk? Only to be ignored as Hyuga.. IT WASN’T DOUBT I WAS SUPPOSED TO FIGHT WHEN YOU ARRIVED!!”
“DON’T YOU THINK I FUCKING KNOW THAT?!” Ichika roared. “I STILL SEE WHAT LI DID TO YOU IN MY NIGHTMARES! I feel your blood on my hands as I watch you die in that alley.” Tears fell down her face. “AND DON’T YOU SEE...my parents are still back there. The ones that raised me. The ones that couldn’t have a Junpei because of what those assholes put this family through.” She wiped her tears and looked at Cobra.
“There is no way that if Li is getting out and is looking for the gang members that have scattered to the winds...that means he’s looking for them. I couldn’t care less if you were fighting mimes. Or what happened to gangs in a timeline that isn’t this one. THEY ARE MY FAMILY! And SWORD, MY SWORD, protects those that are family!”
Cobra turned to face the abandoned tracks. “You don’t understand, Chika.”
“I think you are the one that doesn’t understand Cobra-chan.” Murayama sighed looking at the male love of his life.
Cobra didn’t answer, back tense with repressed anger. His hands were visibly shaking. Murayama kissed his boyfriend. Trying to calm him down. “We fight things like this because we carry the weight of the lives of our gangs on our shoulders. It’s why I went under back then to find out who I could trust in Oya. But we don’t have to carry that weight alone anymore.” He pulled Ichika into this hug and kissed her. “We are a family.” He rested his forehead against theirs. “Let’s tackle this as the badass family we are.”
Cobra pulled away with an angry huff. “You didn’t fucking trust me. Just left a note before disappearing! She doesn’t understand anything I went through!” He turned a glare onto her. “You ever bury bodies with no shovel?” In a flash, he was gone, running quickly down the tracks and disappearing.
Murayama growled. “Chika-chan. Stay here. I have to punch our man again.” He hopped down onto the tracks.
“I’ll have the first aid kit ready...kick him in the balls once for me!”
Muyrama smirked as he shot down the tracks. Not letting him run from this again. They were a family. The family he always wanted. They had a life together. And two kids that made both of them smile every time they saw them. And Murayama was sure that the best days in both of their lives were the days that their sons and granddaughters were born. “COBRA-CHAN! COME OUT TO PLAY!”
“Don’t push me today Murayama.” Cobra’s voice held a sharp edge, but he didn’t appear.
Murayama smirked at the simple trick. After spending everyday with the man. Loving the man. And finding a place in his life and bed. He knew exactly where he was hiding. He turned over his shoulder and found the crevice in the shadows. “FOUND YOU!” He pulled him out of his hiding spot. “Before I forget.” He kicked him in the balls. “Chika says hi by the way.”
Cobra took a second to recover, then snarled and punched Murayama. Murayama spat blood on the floor and smirked at Cobra. He punched him back. “Tell me again about how I didn’t trust you.” He punched him again. “Come on tell me about how I only left you a fucking note about me going under.” he punched him again. “And as for ‘burying’ bodies without a shovel?” He punched him in the gut. “Are you sure you have the right timeline? THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN HERE!”
“Whatever.” Cobra spat on the ground spitting out the same amount of blood that Murayama had. “Oh, and I dreamed waking up alone with just a note in both? Good to know.” Cobra hissed before punching Murayama to the ground and biting his arm. “I hate you. You left, then Oya found…” Cobra’s voice broke and he stumbled back. “Just go away.”
“Biting, Cobra-chan? After all this time. I didn’t realize my man was into kinky shit like that.” Murayama punched Cobra down to the ground this time. “They found my bloody bandana. I remember. I WAS THERE THIS TIME!” He knelt on him before Cobra could sit up. “And if you noticed the wording back there. I said that there was no one that I could trust in Oya.” Murayama then kissed him roughly. “But I made sure you knew what I was doing.”
Murayama’s eyes softened. “Because I will always love you and trust you with my life. That note was me telling you that. Hoping that you would have my back then as you have my back now. Because I love you, jerk.”
“That note was a fucking lie. You said you would come back. And you never did. All I had was that damn bandana..” Cobra shoved him away. “Go back to Oya where you belong.”
“I am where I belong you dick.” Murayama smirked. “By your side. Besides...you died on me first boy.” Cobra’s eyes widened a little. “Chika isn’t the only one that saw you in that alley. I saw your body. I watched as Yamato chased Li away, still bleeding. We didn’t tell Chika that that time loop messed with things did we. He didn’t slice your throat in them. And Yamato wasn’t alerted to your death by the sounds of your groans that made it all the way to Itokan. A part of me died seeing you like that...I think that is why Li got the drop on me a few hours later. I just didn’t want to live anymore. Not without you.”
“You..Weren’t you dead before me? Your bandana…”
“No. They got the bandana a day before. The gangs had Doubt spies. I was trying to figure out the plan. WHICH WE DID HERE! But I...I didn’t have your brains. I knew there was a plan. I just couldn’t figure it out. I was actually heading to see you that night.” Murayama looked down the tunnel. “Once I got my memories back in this time I became a bit miffed with you. Why do you think I went back for another round when you went for more booze that night you tried to dump our girl? Seriously, you thought that a bloody bandana meant I was dead? Have more faith than that, Cobra-chan.”
“I..I was told you were.” Cobra closed his eyes. “One night, my phone rang. I heard you on the other end before a gunshot. A voice gloated how easy it was to kill the legendary leader of Oya. The next day Oya called a meeting, said they found your bandana in Daruma’s temple house. Hyuga called them liars and dared them to start shit…”
“And you believed it? I just said who was sending the spies. DOUBT! You...You should be glad Chika-chan does the thinking.”
Cobra opened his eyes and glared. “You didn’t say anything! You were screaming..”
Murayama sighed. “Why did I fall in love with this hard headed numbskull? I didn’t know it was Doubt. I would have included that in the note, Baka-chan. We had three major enemies. Kuryu Group, Chanson, and Doubt. Or could it have been a fourth party? I thought I would show you how smart I was for figuring it out. ...Maybe then you would see me as I saw you. And when they got that bandana it wasn’t shot. There wasn’t even a gun.” Murayama sighed.
“They had knives. Tried to make me Swiss cheese and got a few good cuts in before I got away. Without my bandana. Either it got my blood on it during the fight or they dipped into my blood after. That’s what made me want to go to you. The only person no one could make me not trust. The love of my life.”
“Why didn’t you stay? We could have figured it out..Instead, SWORD was destroyed. Even in this timeline I wanted to bury them all. Kill all of Daruma for what they did to you. I saw nothing but red when we found that bandana in one of the Oya’s possession in this one before I got my memories back. I was going to bury them in a pit and burn their bodies with the fires they loved so much.”
“I imagined it so much it felt like I did it sometimes. Like I really killed them. I asked those granddaughters of ours...those might be parallel timeline memories because of the whole quantum shit I couldn’t understand. I-I kind of get confused when it comes to people hurting those that I care about. They think I tap into versions of me that aren’t as peaceful when I am not as calm. And losing those that I care about...that does it.”
“It was why I was going to patch things up with Yamato. I thought I messed up and the gangs SHOULDN’T be one. Because those bastards had killed you. But instead I ended up burying almost all of Daruma alone in that graveyard, Yoshiki. I buried them after killing them. Then I tried to bury my feelings so I could look normal when I got to Itokan. I just..never made it.”
“That was Ichika’s timeline, my love. You buried them there. Yes YOU did it. But you don’t have to live in that world. Daruma is alive. I don’t care what other Cobra’s do. You are MY Cobra.” He kissed him. “And we live in Ichika’s SWORD. And Ichika’s SWORD is a family. Let’s handle all of this as we should handle most things. TOGETHER!”
“Families can break.” Cobra’s words were soft, one hand going to his throat. “It can’t happen again. I’ll kill before I let it happen again. I won’t bury my family.”
“Not this family.” Murayama looked into the eyes of the man he loved. “Ichika would kill anyone that damages it. She is the heart and brains. We are the muscle and strength.” He kissed him again. “THIS family isn’t like ANY family.” He breathed in his scent. “As someone that comes from a broken family...this one is real. And will last our entire lifetime. Mama-sama will make sure of it.”
“Li will kill her.”
“He has to get through us to try. And,” Murayama chuckled. “You have noticed you pacifist you. You married a homicidal maniac. How many people has she killed since she met you?”
Cobra frowned. “Too many. She shouldn’t have had to kill anyone. She was a reporter once. Gentle and caring, with a slightly dirty mind.” He smirked a minute as he remembered meeting her before sighing. “She should have stayed home that night..”
Murayama laughed. “You still don’t get it do you?” Murayama smiled. “She was always a mix of all of us. She had Sannoh’s desire to fight for a home to come back to. White Rascals’ desire to protect those that she deemed should be protected. Oya’s mentality. Rude Boys’ need to fly higher than anyone else. And Daruma’s sense of fun.” He smiled at him.
“She is the same woman you met in that graveyard...you did know I was watching in secret that night? She’s the same. If you’d noticed the other thing about the people that she has killed. They hurt us. She is acting out because of that. And what did you do to Daruma in her timeline? And what angers you now? She is the same and so are you.”
“Her timeline was safe. She shouldn’t have gone back to my grave. She would have never gone through the portal. She was…”
Murayama flicked his forehead the same way he did to his gang. “If it was so safe how did Li trick his stupid son into writing that story to track down all of the gang members that scattered to the wind? And why is this all coming back to us now? Li is getting out and gunning for her family. If she was there she would die.” He smirked.
“Besides, I have become a student in what Chika-chan calls Cobra-ese.” He smirked looking at the wall. “You feel guilty about her being here. Having to kill to protect all of us. You do realize she would do it again right? In fact according to those granddaughters of ours she’s made that choice many many times. The world where she died. The world where Kiba died. This world. And the world where you forgot me. You can’t get rid of her Baka-chan. She is ours and we are hers. Honor those jars that hold our balls my love. Love her in return and the fact that you have a woman that would bend time and space for you.”
“She was stupid! She threw her life away for a dead man!” Cobra hissed. “No one’s fate is written in stone. I reject that completely. It would mean everyone’s pain was predestined and I refuse to believe that. There must be a world where no one had the pain they brought to SWORD. Otherwise, life is a joke..” He took a deep breath. “I’m going to end Li like I should have before. No one better follow me.”
Murayama punched him again. “And there must be a world where clowns took over Mars. And a world where dogs and cats merged to make cogs. None of that matters to us. OUR lives are what we make of them. Chika-chan has made her choice. She is our Mama-sama. That was her choice. She could have sat on the sidelines like Naomi. But she didn’t, did she? She CHOSE to become Mama-sama. SHE HAS OUR BALLS BY OUR CHOICE. Everything we have done is our choice. No fate made US do the things we have done. If it was fate you wouldn’t be sleeping with me. If it was fate Joe wouldn’t be born. THIS isn’t fate. This is OUR choice.”
Cobra nodded slowly, one hand going inside his jacket pocket. “You’re right. It’s about choice. Here’s mine.” He suddenly brandished a knife, aiming it at Murayama. “I’m going alone. I don’t want to stab you but I will. Just stay there, Murayama. Please, don’t make me do anything drastic.”
Murayama looked at the knife. Then into the eyes of his lover. He grabbed the hand holding the knife and pointed straight at his heart. “And this is my choice.” He looked into the eyes of the man he loved. “You want to protect me and Chika from pain. By causing the biggest pain we can ever feel. By not being there to hold you together so you never have to do what you did in that timeline that was so different and so similar to this new one. So you want to leave by stabbing me. Then stab me in the heart and protect me from pain.”
Cobra yanked his hand away, gripping his arm to stop his trembling. He was breathing harsh, increasingly fast breaths, his eyes wild and glassy. “Protect..from pain..” The knife rose shakily to rest against his own throat.
“Cobra. You died there.” Murayama kissed him softly, holding the knife in place. “And the world grew darker. Not here. Not now. Think about the things we have thanks to that. Kiba, Joe, Kiba’s daughters, the fact that Naomi and Yamato could have another child. How Chika can bear us a daughter someday. Wouldn’t you like that? Raising a daughter that is a mix of the three...second thought let’s get a puppy. Seems safer.” Cobra smiled despite himself. “Don’t throw it away because your best friend is a fucking idiot. Seriously all he had to do was say: I need help. SEND HELP! And you can’t help him like that. Give me the knife.”
“What if we fail?” Cobra’s voice was almost too low to hear. “What if they die and I can’t stop it?”
“You’re right. Guess we should end it here. Kill me first would ya?”
Cobra’s hand was shaking as he touched Murayama’s shirt with the knife tip. “You think we’ll be buried in the graveyard we started at?”
“Should I leave a note for picking a nice plot?” They heard and saw Ichika standing there. Murayama smirked. He had spotted her a while back. And the two silently thought this was the best way to take it. “It’ll be a tight fit to get us all in the same plot won’t it?”
Cobra froze, his breath hitching. “It’s not fun seeing the loves of your life willing to throw their lives away is it?” Ichika said looking into the eyes of the man she loved. “Those pictures.” She started tearing up. “Those pictures are from my nightmares. None of us should see them. None of us should think about them. And they hurt so much. Don’t let them hurt Kiba, Joe, or Baby Ichika. She has a crush on our man. What do you think all of them would do if they had found you like this?”
“Blame Murayama.” Cobra finally found his voice. “He is pushing me to do something I don’t want to. But I will to stop him.”
“Babe...do you have any idea what you’re threatening anymore?” Ichika asked. “Hurting Murayama or killing yourself? Or is it hurting me, the mother of your child? Because you know I am going to try and stop you.” She spoke gently and looked into the eyes of the trembling Cobra.
“I told him not to follow me. But he put the knife here..” Cobra took short panicked breaths as he made his lips move. “I don’t want to hurt anyone.”
“I watched that bit. You said you were making a choice. He made his. NOW PUT THE DAMN KNIFE DOWN BEFORE I MAKE MINE!”
“I have to protect…”
Ichika kissed him. Then put the knife point to her chest. “Then protect us by killing us. Because you AREN’T doing this alone. Not because we are fated to be together. But because my choice is to play the role of WIFE. And as your WIFE I’m going to kick your ass, make you sleep on the couch, and make you change the diapers of the entire SWORD district. Because as your WIFE it is my job to protect you from you.”
Cobra’s hand shook violently, the blood draining from his face. Then his eyes rolled up and he began to fall. Ichika grabbed hold and tried to keep him aloft. “And there is the stress. Murayama, carry our man back to Itokan.”
“Gladly. He is ours. Those pics...weren’t pleasant for any of us.” Murayama sighed, grabbing their man.
“Yeah. I’m about ready to fall apart myself.”
Cobra let out a hushed cry, his eyes moving under his lids rapidly. Ichika kissed him. “My sweet Gangleader-san. I’d fuck the world over if it was for you. Never forget that.”