Y/N X Hanma Shuji {TOKYO REVENGERS}
Special Day Part 1
Author-Chan
Well hellow this is a Hanma X Y/n
The bartender asks, Another round huh Aren't you exhausted? the look of surprise
evident in his features. I mean, it is around 8:30 in the evening and I’ve been here since
6 o’clock.
Y/n
man, can’t a girl have a bit of fun on her birthday? Besides, it’s not like I get myself
wasted everyday. I’m actually a pretty productive person, you know,
Yes, today is my birthday.
Y/n
💭And yes, you’ve probably deduced that. I live in Shiboki
Avenue, just a few blocks away from where I am right now. This bar has always held a
special place in me, despite the noisy and crowded element. But let’s talk about that
later. For now, I might need to step outside and feel some fresh air instead of those
sweaty bodies inside.
M
Y/n
💭My gaze lands on my motorcycle parked right outside. It’s a Kawasaki Ninja 650R that I
got a few years back. No, I did not sneak into some random dude’s motor shop and
steal it like someone did a few years ago. That was…tragic. The dude apparently
murdered the 21-year-old owner in fear of getting caught. I remember seeing my best
friend, Jenna, practically bawl her eyes out at the news of Shinichiro Sano’s passing. She
liked him a lot, although she never really got the chance to approach him.
Starting the vehicle’s engine, I let out a sigh of content at the sound.
It’s always nice to have some company while riding, but for now, I prefer to be alone.
Y/n
💭One thing that I have always loved about Japan besides the whole city lights scenery is
the gushing breeze of the night. As I cruise through the streets of the boulevard, my lips
curve into a smile. Hell, I couldn’t even give a single crap about how my hair is
probably in different directions right now. Then, I see it. The corner near Shinichiro
Sano’s motor shop.
Y/n
💭It’s quite draining to look at if I’m being completely honest,
considering the incident years ago. But I have this weird urge to pass by. After all, I
haven’t been here in maybe a year or two. Jenna could not really get ahold of the fact
that Chiro was gone. Man, how I wish she was with me at the moment. I wonder how
she’d take the sight of the very place where the boy she admired for so long, was
murdered.
It doesn’t take too long for me to get closer and closer to the site. Rumor has it that an
old man has completely taken over
Y/n
💭 Anyway, I drive along the street at medium speed
since it’s pretty late and I definitely don’t plan on waking the whole neighborhood up.
As soon as I round the corner, someone forcefully gets thrown onto the middle of the
street, catching me off guard. What the fuck…I almost ran them over
Y/n
Oi! Are you trying to get killed or what?!
I yell. I can literally feel my heart pounding
at the thought of almost hitting someone on my birthday. Scratch that, killing would be
a more fitting term.
Due to the poorly lit area, it’s difficult to make out the person’s features. Man, I can’t
even tell if it’s a guy or a girl. I just hope it isn’t the old man. The mystery person sits up
and stares in my direction. It’s a guy. I turn up my headlights only to see his bruised
cheek and tall black and blonde-streaked hair. I take notice of his white jacket, but it’s
only a matter of time before he rushes over to where I am.
Hanma
It’s funny how you have the audacity to ask if I’m trying to get killed, but don’t even
try to offer help or something
he raises his voice, clearly pissed off.
Y/n
Well, I’m sorry, man! It’s not everyday that I encounter someone getting thrown right
in the middle of the stree- what the **** do you think you’re doing?!
He suddenly
carries me off my motorcycle as if I weighed nothing and gets in the driver’s seat. He
better not drive away with it, or else I wouldn’t mind actually taking someone’s life
tonight.
Next think I know, a tall guy with a dragon tattoo on the side of his shaven head
appears from a corner. He looks…furious, but clearly less injured than the guy I almost
hit.
Draken
Hanma, you fucking bastard! Toman’s coming for you!
The dragon-tattooed guy
screams in anger
Y/n
💭Hanma. So that’s the bastard’s name.
Hanma gestures for me to get behind him. Seriously, who does this
guy think he is? Nonetheless, I quickly follow his orders with a ton of questions
lingering in my head. I can’t afford going home without my motorcycle tonight. Hanma
looks behind us with an arrogant smirk plastered on his lips.
he shouts in reply with a sense of victory
Special Day Part 2
he shouts in reply with a sense of victory before clutching the levers
and driving off at nearly full speed.
Hanma
so…where’d you get this bad boy?
Hanma asks, referring to my motorcycle as we
cruise through the busy streets of Tokyo. It has been at least twenty minutes since we
drove off together. Although he hasn’t hurt me in any way, I still can’t get myself to
trust him, not even for a bit. Not to mention how he got me involved and now we’re
trying to run away with absolutely no idea where to go. Like, how crazy is that?
Y/n
it’s a secondhand Kawasaki Ninja. My dad gave it to me
Hanma
So it’s been used? That’s sick! How is it not rusty at all?
The fact that he’s making
normal conversation as if nothing happened twenty minutes ago is killing me.
Y/n
Hey, why don’t you stop grilling me with questions and start explaining this whole
thing instead?
Hanma
C’mon, lighten up! You really do know how to zap the fun out of everything, jeez. Jeez my ass…
Y/n
Not when a complete stranger ruins my motorcycle ride and is now in control of the
wheel! Seriously, I could like, contact the police right now and say I’ve been abducted.
Now, you might think I’m overreacting. But I swear I stopped trusting men five years
ago. Let alone this dude who basically thinks we’ve known each other for so long.
He makes a sharp turn all of a sudden as I cling to him for dear life. God, at this point I
am dying to get my hands on my phone and really call the police force
Y/n
💭 I can’t die on my birthday!
Y/n
What are you doing? You’re gonna kill us both!?!
Hanma
Taking us somewhere more…private
he teases. My heart drops to my stomach. Is this
it? Did I just hit a dead end?
I look around and realize that we’re in a random parking lot. The place is illuminated
by quite a few lights hanging from the trees, and some from the roof of the building
right beside it. Observing a bit more, I hear people nearby. It’s as if something big is
going on in the other side. A festival, perhaps?
Hanma stops the engine and gets off, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter kept inside his
pockets. I pay attention to his white jacket. Headless angel. Team Valhalla. Is he part of a
gang or something?
I question, knitting my eyebrows in curiosity. I hear him let out a
chuckle and a huff of smoke before turning to face me.
Hanma
Hanma Shuji, right-hand man and confidant of Kisaki Tetta, Valhalla’s acting captain.
I was right. But I wasn’t fully aware of how high in position he is. And if he was in a
deadly brawl with someone earlier, then that could possibly mean that Draken is one of
his most brutal archenemies from another gang. Toman, was it? I’m familiar that there
are gangs roaming around in Tokyo, but I never really got to know further details and
how exactly they get to run away from the police all the time.
Hanma
That guy…was Ken Ryuguji, Tokyo Manji’s second in command. Valhalla and Toman,
we’ve always been up each other’s asses. You know how it is
Hanma trails off. The
reason behind my faint knowledge about these gangs is that the Shinichiro Sano
incident had something to do with someone in his brother’s gang. The culprit goes by
the name of Kazutora Hanemiya.
Hanma
I couldn’t give two shits about it, though. Knowing
me, I just get myself out there, and when I do, I make sure to have a little…fun. Live a
little. And you should too
Y/n
Well, I was trying to have fun tonight until I almost ran over
someone and they made sure I ended up in a random parking lot.
Hanma throws his
head back in laughter, probably because he knows it’s true. I honestly find it weird how
I’m currently hanging out with a delinquent on the night of my birthday instead of
travelling and enjoying myself. Don’t get me wrong, I’m intrigued.
Hanma
Look, I don’t wanna make this about me. Tell me about yourself. We’ve been together
for an hour, yet I still don’t know what to call you.
Y/n
💭 Taking a deep breath, I introduce myself
Y/n
You can call me Y/n. There’s nothing
much to take note about me.
Hanma
I’m pretty sure there is. What were you doing this late? Why were you on that street?
You don’t seem like you’re from there.
Y/n
💭 Crap…what exactly do I tell him? He doesn’t
need to know about my birthday and that I wanted to stop by the motor shop. But if I
did tell him, what would he do? Would he care?
Special Day Part 3
I let out a small sigh and trail off
Y/n
I wanted to get out tonight…alone. I-It’s my
birthday, but that’s irrelevant now, I guess.
Y/n
💭 My heart races as I sense him step closer to me. Oh my god. He is way too close for my
liking. Also, I can’t help but admire his long golden earring. I’ve never seen anything
like it.
Author-Chan
(crazy for you Charott)
he shakes his head in unbelief.
Hanma
You’re telling me that this is how you
plan to spend your birthday? Man, where’s the thrill?
Y/n
💭 I scoff while looking away. Damn it! Why do I find it very easy to
get all flustered around him?
Author-Chan
cuz your already inlove with hanma Y/n love at first sight huh 👀😏
Y/n
OIII AUTHOR-CHAN I AM NOT INLOVE
Author-Chan
okay okay whater you say
With that, Hanma takes my hand and drags me along with him. What exactly does
Y/n
💭 “thrill” mean to him? And where on earth is he taking me?
Y/n
Wait, where are you taking me?!?!
I try to resist, but this guy is clearly stronger than
me. He tosses his cigarette on the ground and steps on it. Next thing I know, I see stalls
and crowds of people here and there. We’re both standing right at the entrance of the
festival.
Hanma
Well, since we’re here, I’m sure it won’t hurt to make the most out of it, right? Now
come on, I’m dying for some Takoyaki.
Hanma starts to walk around freely. I feel like we’re a little underdressed for this
occasion. People are wearing their kimonos, and here we are dressed like gangsters
(except he’s actually one) whose goal is to roundhouse every person we pass by in this
area. But more importantly, why is he being so nice all of a sudden?
Y/n
Hanma…you don’t have to do this. I can just go home and-
He cuts me off midsentence
by putting his finger on my lips. I feel my cheeks heat up. Weird.
Hanma
Shh…that’s no fun at all, babygirl. I believe I’m doing this because I wanna make sure
you spend the last few hours of your birthday doing something fun. After all, I owe you
one for saving my *** tonight.
Good heavens. This is not at all what I was expecting
but hey, I think I’m starting to get the hang of it. In fact, I’ve always wanted someone to
celebrate festivals with. Hanma is just…unpredictable, not that I mind. Maybe I do need
to live a little. I give him a small smile and he gives one back.
he whispers in my ear as he pulls me in close.
Hanma
Maybe this isn’t so bad after all.
Author-Chan
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Author-Chan
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