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
Comments
ßéñpáí Yàmètè:'!
Nice😊
2022-11-30
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☆.𝕸𝖝𝖔𝖒𝖎.☆
Interesting
2022-04-13
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