#kazumichi or kazutake

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when gold clashes with blue

“Since when we have such a hottie in our school?” One of the female students whispered to her classmate excitedly after a young man posed a casual inquiry to them and continued walking along the corridors of the school.

“Going by his shoe color, he’s a 3rd year, right?” Her classmate whispered back enthusiastically as she stared at the young man whose golden highlights in his raven locks gleamed lustrously from the bright beams of the sun outside their school windows.

He could still hear their hushed voices from behind him as they weren’t even hiding back their excitement and gushing when he walked past them. Nevertheless, he paid no attention to them as he had more important things to settle on. Such as meeting the one and only Hanagaki Takemichi. The infamous new member of the Toman gang who punched Kisaki the other day. Word got out from some of the blabber mouths of their gang members that the guy had socked directly Kisaki’s face after the inauguration of Kisaki as the third division captain of Toman.

No wonder Baji punched him and put him on his place.

That Hanagaki Takemichi got some guts making a mess of that Toman’s important meeting.

Nevertheless, he was still curious of meeting him and seeing him in the flesh. Especially now that Hanma needed him as a witness to Baji’s loyalty initiation to Valhalla.

“…The ex-Moebius member are under Hanma, Valhalla’s No. 2. And the anti-Toman forced are under…The No. 3, Kazutora Hanemiya.”

He finally stopped at the front door of Takemichi’s classroom and he could hear someone discussing an information that piqued his interest. So, their gang and Toman were now included in the class lectures? He didn’t know that the world of delinquency was now included in the school curriculum.

Education these days.

His lips curled into a small smirk as he could hear them discussing him, Hanma and their members. He schooled his features once again into a feigned look of curiosity and indifference as he pushed open their classroom door, not giving away of how he basically heard everything of what they’re talking about inside.

“Eh?” His golden irises trailed over the five guys in front of him. “Is school over already?”

“Who the hell are you? You don’t look familiar.” A man with black hair demanded and walked over to him.

He smiled serenely at him. “That’s not very polite. I’m actually your senior in this school.” He replied in a casual yet patronizing voice.

“Huh? Who are you? Never seen you before.” The man replied rudely.

The young man with the golden irises stayed relatively casual and calm, still sporting that serene smile on his face. He decided in less than 5 seconds that this guy in front of him was an idiot and not worth getting his wrath upon on. However, he could see from the corner of his eyes that the other guy behind him who was wearing a pair of glasses was staring at him in fear after his eyes landed on his neck where a tattoo was situated there. Good. At least someone actually knew him and not talk back at him like he’s a goddamn pushover.

Glasses guy knew how to preserved his safety and life.

“Stop it Makoto! That guy is…” Glasses guy warned frantically behind him and grabbed him by the shoulder.

“Huh? What is it?”

“Hey, you guys know Hanagaki Takemichi?” He cut them off smilingly.

Glasses guy turned around fearfully, his voice shaking as he called Hanagaki. “T-Takemichi… That’s him.”

“Huh?”

He followed his line of sight and it landed on a young man with a flaxen, gelled locks and startingly deep, blue eyes.

“Takemichi?” He called seriously, his stare was still fixed on the blond as if analyzing him.

“T-That’s V-Valhalla No. 3! Kazutora Hanemiya!” Glasses guy cried out as if seeing a monster in front of them.

Kazutora ignored their nervous and frantic looks as he suddenly rushed towards Takemichi’s direction animatedly.

“I’m so happy!” Kazutora threw his arms over his shoulders and hugged him excitedly.

He could feel that the blond tensed up and stiffened around him. Who knew that Takemichi was like a skittish cat? Kazutora grinned at the mere thought.

“Ack!”

“I had no idea there was someone in Toman one grade below mine! Okay, Takemichi!” Kazutora exclaimed happily.

“Eh?” Takemichi looked at him with those wide blue eyes that screamed incredulity and innocence.

Kazutora refrained himself from getting lost in those mesmerizing eyes and take him away into La La land. Seriously, this was the guy that cause ruckus in the past meeting of Toman? As they always said that looks can be deceiving.

Who knew that behind that harmless face and baby blue eyes was hiding a pair of sharp claws of foolish bravery? It’s time to put that claws into a test.

“Let’s go to Valhalla’s hideout.” Kazutora replied with feigned casualness and pulled him away out of the room.

“Huh? Valhalla?!” Takemichi’s voice rose in panic as he was carried mindlessly by Kazutora.

“Hey, I found Takemichi!” Kazutora announced happily at the two guys standing outside with their crutches.

Takemichi could only watched helplessly with wide eyes as he learned a disturbing information of breaking their legs despite these two guys being his trusted juniors.

“Hurry up Takemichi! Just relax since I’ll introduce you to everyone.” Kazutora called at him cheerfully from behind. He kept on walking ahead although he could see him from the corner of his eyes that Takemichi was just standing there with a conflicted expression on his face.

Oh? What was this? Did Takemichi lost his nerve and folded away like a scaredy cat? Has the idea of going to their territory and hideout daunted him and decided that he’ll go hide with his friends inside their classroom?

For some unknown reason, a pang of disappointment hit him at the passing thought but it wouldn’t surprise him if that’s the case since most of the people would logically be cautious in going with someone who practically invited them to a lion’s den. If Takemichi would bail out on them, then he’ll add him into a list of nameless people in the crowd who was just a poor, fancy thought of something ordinary falsely wrapped in a special, sparkling material.

Just as he was about to reach a conclusion that Takemichi will not follow them out of fear, he heard some faint but firm footsteps behind him. Kazutora glanced subtly from behind him and his lips curled upwards at seeing Takemichi followed them with a firm and resolute expression on his face.

He guessed that Takemichi was a diamond in the rough after all.

He can’t wait to see those hidden claws and what he’s really made of.

Several years later at one of the dark alleys in Tokyo…

“Fuck off, man! Bonten this, Bonten that. Stop mentioning their name in our shop man!” A swift kick was hurtled in front of a bruised man that sent him flying into a wall.

“Ugh!”

The huge guy who kicked him proceeded to corner him to a wall and grabbed his short, black hair. He gave him a sharp, murderous glare.

“Ya hear? Don’t ever come to our shop ever again!” He yelled at him before throwing him into the ground.

“We don’t wanna get involved with Bonten dumbass.” He added spitefully before leaving him there looking like a ragdoll.

‘Damn. Here’s no good either.’ He thought in dismay before he finally stood up and went to the spot where he usually finds Kazutora. For sure, that guy can certainly help him in finding more information about Mikey and the Bonten.

Or not.

“Takemitchy you gotta take it easy…” Kazutora looked at him worriedly.

“But!” Takemichi insisted stubbornly.

“Why are you such in a rush?” Kazutora demanded as he watched his face covered with fresh bruises. He also noted that his left shoulder looking mottled already and covered with purplish marks.

Just what has Takemichi gotten himself into now?

“You know Kazutora-kun this is the 4th place… I’ve went to all the Bonten’s hideouts that you suggested, but I couldn’t find a single clue about Mikey! There’s no way I can take it easy!” Takemichi cried out in frustration.

Kazutora could only watched Takemichi’s whirlwind of emotions flitting across his face, unable to say anything for a while. Despite the pain and helplessness written all over the blond’s face, he can still see it.

Takemichi’s determination.

Just like their first meeting a long time ago. In spite of that fear that’s crawling up within him inside, Takemichi still followed him there all alone in their hideout.

Wasn’t this one of his traits that made him interested and entrusted him some of his plans of making the Toman great again and save Mikey?

Takemichi still possessed those hidden, sharp claws behind that skittishness of a cat.

While it never failed to amaze him and grew fond of Takemichi because of that admirable trait, sometimes it has its downsides too. Just like now. And he’ll be damned if he will indirectly put Takemichi’s life in danger when he’s going to get married soon with Hina.

He decided to ignore the bile rising in his throat with that line of thought.

“…Those are Bonten’s official hideouts, no doubt about it! So, get deeply involved and you’ll get into trouble! I don’t wanna help you out on a suicide mission!” Kazutora berated him sharply.

“Hold on, Kazutora-kun!” Takemichi protested.

“Let’s end this. Your wedding is in 3 days, so no! If anything happens to you, I don’t know how I’d be able to face the others! Just lay low for a while!” Kazutora replied firmly, leaving no room for an argument and turned away. He didn’t wait for Takemichi’s response as he continued walking away.

He ignored the remorse and regret that started to engulf him and convinced himself that this was for the best.

Takemichi has always been trying to risk his life and happiness for them.

But now he had to do something right for him in return. If this will make Takemichi loathed him in the future then so be it. Because he can take it rather than the thought of him dying and perishing away from their hands when he had the ability to still make him safe yet he wasn’t able to do it.

He didn’t want to repeat his goddamn mistake with Shinichiro and Baji.

There’s too much blood on his hands now but he can still make things right for Takemichi.

He’s the saving grace from the dark stains of his life.

‘I’m sorry Takemitchy.’Kazutora thought with a sigh of defeat leaving his lips.

(A/N: I don’t own any of these characters from this franchise. Inspired by that happy scene of Kazutora marching up to Takemichi and hugging him like he finally met his idol and asked for an autograph. I know that it’s just a façade of drawing Takemichi into their hideout alone to have him as the witness of Toman during Baji’s initiation of his loyalty towards Valhalla. But then again, my shipping ass and overflowing ideas and inspiration couldn’t resist and expand it into more. I even made a parallel scene in the manga to compare it. That’s how hyper I am with some doses of coffee. Also, let me know what’s the official name of this ship? Kazumichi or Kazutake? Reviews are amusing. So, let me hear them from you.)

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