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Several things happened in the days following his joining the Tokyo Manji Gang. He finally got to go shopping for some clothes, he got a phone that actually worked here, and then Baji called, demanding to have some “one-on-one bro time with him.”
Megumi figured that, since he’d been borrowing this man’s clothing (underwear included) for the last five days, he and Baji were absolutely at the point in which sneaking out of Mikey’s house in the middle of the night to meet with him was acceptable.
“Divine Dog Black,” Megumi whispered into the still night air as he walked down the sidewalk. Baji hadn’t given him a location to meet at, only a time—1:30 in the morning. Of course, it was Megumi’s fault for telling Baji that his dogs could track anything.
Megumi held up his sleeve towards the dog, the shirt he was wearing at the moment being one of Baji’s still. “You smell the other person on these clothes?”
Black gave him a short woof.
Megumi nodded. “Find him.”
A breeze began to blow, the cold air cutting into the thin fabric of the shirt he wore, making him shiver. He supposed it was his fault for not bringing a jacket while sneaking out of the house at 1:30AM in late October.
Another soft bark signaled that Black had found the scent, and the two of them took off. They headed east, walking down a long, cracked sidewalk, cutting through a park, walking down another sidewalk, crossing several empty intersections, walking even further, and a grand total of thirty minutes later, he found Baji standing on a beach that overlooked a gentle sea.
“You’re late,” Baji commented.
“Had I known it would be a thirty minute ordeal to find you, I would’ve left sooner,” Megumi complained, coming to a stop next to Baji, Black right at his heels. “Why couldn’t we have met somewhere closer and not at…” he looked at his phone, “2:07 in the morning?”
Baji crouched down and began petting Black, fingers digging deep into the pitch-dark fur of the wolf-like summon. “I didn’t want anyone to know about this, it’s about Kisaki.”
Oh, right. Megumi had nearly forgotten about Baji’s internal struggle regarding Mikey’s new choice of Captain. “He gets promoted tomorrow, right?”
Baji nodded.
“And?”
“And I’m going to quit Toman tomorrow.”
Megumi spluttered, eyes bugging out as he processed the words. “What?”
“It’s the only way I can think of to do this,” Baji said, standing back to Megumi’s height but not stopping the way his fingers ran through Black’s fur. “I need to be able to fight Kisaki without breaking Toman’s infighting rules, and if he’s going to be a Captain, then that means I can’t be one at the same time.”
Reeling at that shitty logic, Megumi didn’t even know what to say. “That’s… weren’t you worried about getting kicked out of Toman? Isn’t this counterproductive?”
“Nah,” Baji said. “Mikey will take me back if I leave myself.”
Megumi pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “Okay… so why are you telling me?”
“So that I still have a connection to Toman,” Baji said, pointing his free hand towards Megumi’s chest. “You’re brand new around here, no one would suspect that I’d tell you about something like this. They’d look towards Chifuyu or Draken to find out if I’m a spy, but they’d never look to the guy that showed up a week ago. Besides, I know I don’t have to worry about you. You can handle yourself.”
Megumi considered it. “Alright, fair enough. What do you want from me, then?”
“Keep an eye on Kisaki. I’m going to Valhalla partially to look into the connections I think he has there, but that means I won’t be able to watch him while he’s doing shit in Toman.”
“Wouldn’t Mikey or Draken be doing that already?”
Baji scoffed. “No, not at all. Mikey might be strong when it comes to fighting, but he’s weak everywhere else. And Draken… well, he cares about Toman, but he doesn’t go against Mikey’s orders.”
Megumi frowned. “And you know that I care enough about Toman to keep it from crumbling but also don’t care enough to bother following Mikey’s rules,” he surmised.
Baji grinned. “Exactly!”
Megumi couldn’t believe he was actually understanding and going along with Baji’s stupid idea. He could think of so many ways this could go wrong. “Run over the plan with me one more time? I want to make sure I got it all down.”
“Sure thing. So, tomorrow is Kisaki’s introduction ceremony…”
Megumi stood to the far right of the proceedings as Mikey called for the new Third Division Captain to step forward. Personally, Megumi thought that Mikey’s way of introducing the new captain was a bit stupid and vague, largely because of the extended amount of time people spent looking at each other, clearly wondering if they were they next captain and just didn’t know it yet.
If it weren’t for his already knowing that Kisaki would be the new captain, Megumi would have thought that Mikey was testing them. A ‘first person to step up and claim the spot gets to be captain’ sort of thing. But alas, he knew the truth, so he just waited off to the side for the guy to step forward.
When he finally did, Megumi suddenly understood every ounce of Baji’s hatred for him. He looked like an asshole. Dyed blonde hair spiked upwards towards the top, gold rimmed glasses, one singular earring, and eyebrows so sharp Megumi was sure he’d gotten them done. Just the smirk on his face as he walked past the masses was more than enough to scream “bad attitude”.
Kisaki made it to the front of the group and promptly plopped down next to where Mikey was standing, sitting with his back to the other. If the murmurings of those around him were anything to go off of, sitting with your back to the commander without even acknowledging him first was highly offensive. A chant began to rise up, members of the Tokyo Manji Gang yelling “Piss off!” over and over again.
Listening to the chanting, the fact that Megumi was part of a gang really began to set in.
Draken stepped forward, his presence commanding as he yelled out, louder than the masses, “SHUT UP! THIS IS MIKEY’S DECISION! ANYONE WHO DOESN’T LIKE, STEP FORWARD!”
Megumi entertained the idea of stepping forward. He wasn’t serious about it at all, he was going to follow Baji’s plan, but he wondered what Mikey would do. Fight him?
Draken stepped to the side to make space for Mikey.
“We have to be ready to take on Valhalla!” Mikey said. His voice was so loud and commanding that, for the first time since meeting him, Megumi finally understood why this guy was the leader of the Tokyo Manji Gang. It wasn’t because he was a good fighter, though that was probably a large part of it, it was because he was also a good leader. “Valhalla’s numbers double our own! In order to beat them, Toman must grow! Tetta Kisaki did a good job of keeping our generation in check when he was with Moebius; we’ll need him on our side in order to fight Valhalla! So, Kisaki Tetta is now the new captain of the Third Division. Remember that!”
Silence fell over the clearing.
Megumi chanced a glance behind him, wondering when Baji would be here.
“This ceremony is over!” Mikey called out, finality in his tone. Baji clearly wasn’t kidding about Mikey being dead-set on Kisaki being the new captain.
As Mikey walked away, Kisaki finally stood up, calling out, “Commander!”
Mikey paused. He didn’t look back.
Kisaki bowed. “Thank you, sir!”
Oh, so he does have respect. That’s surprising. It only took him ten-forevers to find it.
Mikey nodded once before continuing his trek away, passing Draken, whose tight expression made him look stern, though Megumi was beginning to get the impression that the other was just as unhappy about Kisaki’s promotion as Baji was. Though, as Baji had said, Draken wouldn’t go against Mikey. At least, not in a situation like this.
Kisaki turned around, facing the crowd once more, a massive grin on his face. Megumi really didn’t like this guy. He was cocky and arrogant and definitely up to no good—
Some guy in a red hoodie ran forward, bounding up the stairs in record time, outstretched fist colliding with the side of Kisaski’s jaw before anyone could register what was going on.
Megumi might have laughed. If he did, the sound was covered completely by Draken’s outraged cry. “What the hell are you doing, Takemitchy? You ain’t even in Toman, what do you think you’re doin’ ruining the ceremony?”
Megumi couldn’t see ‘Takemitchy’s’ face from the angle he stood at, but the deer-in-headlights stance the boy held really gave off the impression that he was thinking ‘oh shit, now I’m dead.’
Several other captains stepped forward, all clearly enraged and serving the blond various threats while Takemitchy fruitlessly tried to explain himself.
“Hey hey hey,” Baji’s voice cut into the clamor, rough tone easily identifiable, “What’s going on here?” The other had shown up, probably while Takemitchy was causing a scene, and had managed to break through the crowd. His sharp canines were showing as he smiled, though Megumi got the distinct impression that Baji was smiling to hide his anger regarding Kisaki’s promotion. “Looks like I almost missed all the fun.”
Mitsuya’s eyes narrowed. “Baji…”
“Hey, you’re not supposed to be here,” one of the other captains warned. Megumi hadn’t gotten his name yet.
Baji, ignoring those two entirely, leapt forward and connected his fist with the side of Takemitchy’s face. Again and again he punched him, until Takemitchy hit the ground.
Megumi made to step forward and stop him, but he hesitated. What was Baji doing? That wasn’t anywhere in the plan. Wasn’t the guy trying to avoid getting kicked out for infighting?
After about five punches, Mitsuya stepped forward, grabbing Baji by the arm and holding him back, his face twisted into a scowl. He looked a lot different from the kind-faced boy Megumi had met a couple of days ago. “Baji, that’s enough.”
“Let go of me, Mitsuya, or I’ll kill you.”
“Why are you here?” Mitsuya asked, completely ignoring Baji’s threat. Megumi wondered if Mitsuya, as nice as he was, could beat Baji in a fight. Given Baji’s wild-side, Mitsuya would have to be crazy to try to restrain the guy like he was if he didn’t have the actual strength to back it up.
Mitsuya’s question seemed to jar Baji back into remembering why he was here. His eyes briefly flicked to Megumi’s and Megumi nodded.
Baji ripped himself out of Mitsuya’s grasp and turned to face Mikey, calling out for his attention, which Mikey gave. The cold expression on Mikey’s face was hard to read.
“I’m quitting Toman,” Baji said confidently. “And joining Valhalla.”
Mikey’s eyes widened. Murmurs rang up around them. Even Draken looked shocked.
“You don’t want any trouble-makers anyway, do you Mikey?” Baji teased, turning around to walk away.
“Baji!” Mikey called out, eyebrows furrowing with rage. Oh. Megumi was going to have to live with a pissed-off Mikey from now on, wasn’t he?
Baji stopped in his tracks, grin still plastered on his face. “I’m resigning my position as First-Division Captain. Starting right now, Toman’s former captain becomes her enemy.”
With that, Baji stalked back off into the darkness, leaving Toman in a state of shock. Well… step one of the plan was complete…
Kisaki leaned down and picked his glasses, which had flown off when Takemitchy punched him, off the ground. He looked positively delighted by this turn of events. Probably because he and Baji had a ‘history,’ whatever that meant.
Mikey’s eyes found Megumi’s, and Megumi saw nothing but heartbreak within them.
“Don’t sweat it, Mikey. That’s just how he is,” Draken consoled.
Mikey looked away from Megumi, nodding. “Yeah…”
“Hey, Takemichi,” Kisaki said, drawing Megumi’s attention towards their exchange. Kisaki still looked delighted. “Face or gut?”
“Uh… what?”
Kisaki stepped in closer, grinning like a cheshire cat. “Face. Or. Gut?”
“Uh… gut?”
With that, Kisaki punched him in the face, knocking the kid out cold.
Megumi stared. He missed his days of beating delinquents up and not being one of them. He really wanted to put Kisaki in his place. Honestly, if it weren’t for the already heart-broken expression plastered across Mikey’s face, Megumi might’ve done it.
Instead, he kept his feet planted where they were, hands tucked into his pockets to hide his curled fists.
Draken took one look at Takemitchy’s—or was it Takemichi?—unconscious form and sighed. He raised his head towards the crowd. “This meeting is over! Everyone is dismissed!”
With that, the crowd began to disperse, leaving only the captains and Megumi himself behind. Kisaki narrowed his eyes, giving Megumi a warning-look that silently asked what the hell he was still here for. Megumi ignored him, approaching Mikey.
“You okay?” He asked under his breath, quiet enough for no one else to hear.
Mikey pursed his lips. “What the hell was he thinking?”
Megumi shifted. He knew exactly what Baji was thinking, but he couldn’t explain it to Mikey. “I don’t know. He seemed fine last I saw him.”
Mikey grunted. Megumi laid a hand on his shoulder. “I could ask Chifuyu to talk to him?” He offered, though he knew there was no real intention behind it. Baji had a plan; Megumi was just an accomplice.
“No, it’s fine,” Mikey sighed. “We can give him some time first. He’s probably just pissed about my choice of captain.”
Megumi resisted the urge to say that, yes, that was exactly the issue.
“Mikey,” Kisaki spoke up from behind them. Megumi hadn’t realized how close he’d gotten. “What’s the new guy still doing here for?”
Mikey turned towards Kisaki and Megumi followed suit. “Fushiguro is in a unique position, he stays with me.”
That seemed to both piss Kisaki off and intrigue him. “Oh yeah? Well, you must be real special, new guy.”
“The name is Fushiguro,” Megumi reminded him. “And yeah, I guess.”
Kisaki huffed, seemingly annoyed by Megumi’s non-answer to his obvious inquiry as to why he was being given special treatment by the commander. “Well, Fushiguro, it’s nice to meet you properly. I’m sure we’ll get along great.” He held out his hand, the knuckles of which were covered in blood from punching the hoodie-guy. Megumi looked down at his hand, up at Kisaki, down at the hand, and then walked away.
Someone snorted. Megumi was decently sure it was Mitsuya.
Megumi wandered far enough away that he was out of sight, summoned both of his Divine Dogs, and continued to walk around the area for a bit with the two of them. Baji had put the plan in motion, and now it was up to Megumi to keep him updated on the happenings inside Toman. He had a lot of questions, mostly regarding the Takemichi-character and why he hated Kisaki so much. The dude wasn’t even in Toman and yet he’d rushed forward to punch the daylights out of the guy? No one does that without genuine reason. He’d have to look into it.
Megumi returned to the shrine, dogs flanking him on either side, to find that only Mikey and the knocked-out kid remained of the once-large gathering. Megumi approached, taking a seat next to where Mikey was settled on the stairs. Divine Dog Black joined him, laying his head into Megumi’s lap, looking up at him with big doe eyes, practically begging for pets, which Megumi gladly obliged to. Divine Dog White, on the other hand, approached Takemichi, sniffing curiously at his figure.
“So,” Megumi started. “Kisaki?”
Mikey sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s a long story.”
Divine Dog White turned to face Megumi, giving him a silent confirmation that the kid was, in fact, out cold. He probably would be for a while. “I’ve got time.”
It took Mikey a while to start talking, but when he did, his voice was quiet and heartbroken. “A little while back, some members of a different gang attacked one of our members and raped his girlfriend.”
Jesus. Okay.
“He was a member of the Third Division, so I left the decision of what Toman would do up to the captain at the time—Pah. Pah wanted to fight, so I agreed, but before we could set a time to face the gang, they showed up themselves with their own idea in mind. The leader and Pah fought, and Pah… got knocked out. I stepped up to take his place, because no one in Toman loses if I’m still there to fight for them, and after I won… Pah lost himself, I think. He stabbed the guy.”
Megumi swallowed. He remembered Baji’s rant in the parking lot, saying that Mikey had made a deal with Kisaki because Kisaki had the connections to get Pah out of jail. It made a lot more sense now. “Oh.”
“Pah decided to turn himself in. Things were pretty tense in Toman for a while after that. Then, we fought Moebius again, and Draken got stabbed…”
That would explain the injury.
Mikey turned to face him, a maelstrom of emotions on his face. Fear. Anger. Sadness. “I was scared, Fushiguro. I thought that I’d lose him. He almost didn’t make it and—I couldn’t—I can’t—“
Divine Dog White padded over, leaning bodily against Mikey’s side.
“I lost my brother two years ago, Fushiguro. Then I lost Pah. I can’t lose Draken too.”
Megumi looked down at Divine Dog Black, whose fur blended into the shadows of the night. He didn’t know what to tell Mikey. Megumi had lost everything all in one day—his guardian, his sister, his friends, his world—but if he pointed that out, it would make Mikey feel as though he had nothing to complain about in comparison, when in fact, he had everything to be upset about. If Megumi ever lost Tsumiki, he’d be broken too.
“And now Baji’s left.”
“He’ll be back,” Megumi assured him.
Mikey nodded solemnly, though it was clearly an empty affirmation.
Silence fell over them. Mikey wrapped an arm around Divine Dog White, pulling the shikigami in close and burying his fingers into its fur. “I made a deal with Kisaki for two reasons: one, he has the connections needed to get Pah out of jail. Two, he’ll make Toman stronger. We need to be strong for this fight, so that we don’t lose anyone else.”
Megumi didn’t bother debating it. He knew that Mikey had made the decision he thought was best, and he knew why he’d done it. All Megumi could do was keep quiet and continue to believe in Baji’s plan.
The kid on the ground stirred.
“Oh yeah, what’s his name again?” He pointed towards him with his lips, not wanting to take his hands out of Black’s fur.
“Oh. Takemichi Hanagaki, but I like to call him Takemitchy. It’s funnier that way.”
Megumi took his mental notes and proceeded. “What’s he doing with Toman? Draken said he’s not part of the gang, but he was allowed to come to the meeting.”
“He’s my friend. I’ll probably induct him into Toman soon, but I’ve been so busy between you and the Third Division stuff that I haven’t gotten around to it. Regardless, he’s invited to all Toman meetings now because he saved Draken’s life when he got stabbed.”
Ah. Yeah, that would probably put you in a good light in Mikey’s eyes.
“Must be a good guy.”
“The best,” Mikey said. “Reminds me a lot of my older brother.”
That would also do it.
Takemichi stirred again, and this time his eyes opened. He sat up, looking around frantically before his gaze landed on the two of them, sat on the stairs with a pair of massive dogs, staring right at him.
“Mikey! And uh… uh…”
“Fushiguro,” he supplied.
“Right! What—“ Takemichi’s brow furrowed as he finally seemed to take into account that no one else was here—“Where’s everyone else?”
“They left,” Megumi grunted. “You’ve been out for a while.”
Takemichi’s face turned red. “Oh—oh right. Yeah.”
“At least you’re awake now,” Mikey chimed in. “How do you feel?”
Takemichi rubbed at the purpling bruise on his jaw. “Fine…”
That was some bullshit if Megumi’s ever seen it. He didn’t call the other out on it though.
“Fushiguro,” Mikey said, pushing White off of him gently. “Do you mind if I talk to Takemitchy for a little bit?”
Megumi raised one eyebrow. “Sure. Should I walk home?”
Mikey hummed in a way that suggested he should do that. Megumi took his cue and stood, clicking his tongue twice for his dogs to follow him, the both of them immediately bounding up to do as asked. Megumi gave Takemichi a curt wave before he headed out.
“Nice to meet you. I’ll see you again sometime.”
Once Fushiguro was gone, it was just Mikey and Takemitchy at the shrine. Mikey felt a bit bad for sending his new friend away, but this conversation was one he wanted to have with Takemitchy alone.
Takemitchy awkwardly shifted around, clearly uncomfortable. “What did you want to talk about, Mikey?”
“You don’t like Kisaki, do you?” Mikey asked. It was more of a rhetorical question than anything—Takemitchy wouldn’t punch someone out of nowhere, there was clearly a reason for it. So, what was it? What made Takemitchy hate Kisaki?
“Well I uhm… uh… er…” Takemitchy stumbled over his words, giving the impression that he was embarrassed about his previous outburst. That, or he didn’t want to tell Mikey why he’d done it and had no idea what to say otherwise.
Mikey decided to change the subject. There was another reason he’d asked Fushiguro to leave. “The first division captain…”
“The one that punched me and quit?”
“Yeah. He’s my neighbor, we’ve been friends for ages,” Mikey surmised. “He’s always been picking fights with me, but this one…” it feels different. It feels like the world is crumbling apart around me.
“He must be pretty crazy,” Takemitchy chuckled. “I mean, picking fights with you, punching me for no reason, quitting Toman.”
“Yeah,” Mikey laughed, but it sounded hollow to his ears. “He is a pretty wild guy, isn’t he? He’s the kind of person that would punch someone because he was tired or set a car on fire because he was hungry.”
“Yeah, of course,” Takemitchy agreed, his voice lowering to mutter under his breath, “because that totally makes sense.”
Mikey couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment. Baji’s logic rarely made sense, but that didn’t make him a bad guy. It didn’t explain… this. Why would he leave? He’d been so excited only a couple days prior to have Fushiguro join his division. What changed?
“You know, Baji was a founding member.”
“For real?”
He hummed. “Yup. Me, Draken, Baji, Mitsuya, and Pah.” He didn’t mention him. He wasn’t part of Toman anymore, not after what he’d done to Shinichiro. Baji could be forgiven. Baji had left the crime scene with tears in his eyes, pleading for Mikey’s forgiveness. He’d apologized over and over again since, clinging to Mikey, telling him that they hadn’t known the shop was Shinichiro’s, how he’d tried to stop Kazutora, how sorry he was. Forgiving Baji was easy.
But Kazutora… Mikey couldn’t ever forgive him. He hadn’t stopped when Baji had called for him to, hadn’t cried over Mikey’s loss, hadn’t apologized for killing his brother. Not even once.
“Wow,” Takemitchy breathed out. “That’s really cool.”
“It is.” Mikey shook himself out of his thoughts of the past and returned to the task at hand. “I need you to bring Baji back from Valhalla from me.”
“What?”
“Well, I really like him, y’know,” Mikey joked, although it was so much more than that. Baji had been part of his life for as long as Mikey could remember, he held a piece of Mikey’s soul, and it pained him to think that he might be gone. Moreover, he was Fushiguro’s friend and, while the other didn’t show it, he didn’t need to be losing anyone else. Especially not due to Mikey’s choices.
Takemichi nodded and stood, proudly exclaiming, “Yeah! I’ll do that! But… could I ask for something in return?”
Mikey tilted his head to the side curiously. “Oh?”
“I want… I want you to kick Kisaki out of Toman.”
Mikey should have seen that coming. He really, really should have. Despite that, the hatred in Takemitchy’s voice took him by surprise.
Takemitchy’s fists clenched. “Why would you bring someone like that into Toman?”
Mikey raised an eyebrow. He had his reasons, reasons that no one else could understand. No one else was as tied to the past as he, as afraid to lose someone as him. Pah was gone.. Draken almost was… now Baji? All Mikey had been trying to do was keep his precious Toman safe.
“I can’t explain why, but Kisaki is bad news. Please, Mikey, you have to kick him out of Toman.”
Mikey knew that. Mikey knew how dangerous Kisaki was. How he was tempting fate. Draken had told him. Baji’s leaving told him. Even the look in Fushiguro’s eyes, someone who didn’t even know Kisaki, told him. But… without Kisaki, without the members of Moebius that he brought with him… they wouldn’t be strong enough to fight Valhalla.
And then Mikey would truly have nothing left.
Despite all that, the only word that left his mouth was a simple, “Okay.”
“Wait—what?”
He stood up.“We’ll be butting heads with Valhalla soon. Bring Baji back before then. Prove to me that you’re more useful than Kisaki.” He laid down the ultimatum, knowing damn well that bringing Baji back and kicking Kisaki out wouldn’t make their chances in the fight against Valhalla better but would, in fact, it would make them worse.
Takemitchy gulped and nodded. “If that’s what it takes… I’ll do it.”
He smiled. “Great, now that that’s settled, Mitsuya,” he turned back towards where the second division captain was hiding. “I know you’ve been eavesdropping. Come on out.”
Mitsuya slowly stepped out from his hiding place, looking sheepish.
“Is Fushiguro with you?” Mikey asked. Fushiguro, unlike Mitsuya, was quiet. Mikey didn’t actually think the other would be there, but he wanted to double check just in case his new housemate was nosier than Mikey gave him credit for.
Mitsuya shook his head.
“Alright. Well, since you were listening in, you can take care of Takemitchy. I’m having him join your division,” Mikey smiled like this was the best news in the world. Mitsuya’s face would say otherwise.
“Wait, join the second division?” Takemitchy spoke up, reeling.
“Yep, welcome to Toman,” Mikey said. “We’ll hold your induction ceremony some other time.” He felt a bit bad about springing it on him like this, but if Takemitchy was going to be making deals with Mikey and joining Toman’s fights, he needed to be a member.
The expression on Mitsuya’s face gave off the impression that he was thinking, ‘Oh, so Baji gets the guy with two wolves and fighting skills that put Mikey to shame, meanwhile I get stuck with Takemitchy. Great.’
“Uh—thank you!” Takemitchy said, bowing. He turned to Mitsuya and bowed again. “And thank you for having me!”
Mitsuya sweat-dropped.
Mikey approached him, leaning in to tease the other, “That’s what you get for eavesdropping.”
Mitsuya rolled his eyes but didn’t complain further.
Mikey walked away, saying his goodbyes and wishing the two of them luck, before he found way to his CB250-T, slinging one leg over it and getting settled comfortably on the seat. He turned the engine on, relishing in the purr of it. It reminded him of his brother.
He looked up at the sky, the moon high above his head, and wondered if Takemitchy would be able to pull it off. Mikey liked the guy, he really did, but he was… well, he was all heart and very little fists, and to be honest, in order to deal with Baji, you had to be a lot of fists. The other certainly had his work cut out for him.
He wondered if, worst case scenario, he could convince Fushiguro to guilt-trip Baji to come back. He chuckled at the idea. He didn’t think Fushiguro would do it.
He kicked his kick-stand up and pulled on the throttle, riding off towards home for the night, silently wishing that when he got back, Baji would be waiting there to apologize.
He wasn’t.