Y/N X Hanma Shuji {TOKYO REVENGERS} 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?

Y/n

Just…who are you

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?