My body felt like it was floating, yet locked by invisible chains, leaving me unable to move. Something was wrong with my vision, or at least in the way I perceived things, cause I could not explain my surroundings. It was as if everything was white, but many weird colors and shapes would occasionally appear and merge with other unexplainable colors and shapes, to the point where I had no idea what I was seeing.

One thing that caught my eye was a figure close to me. It was a human, someone familiar, but at the same time not. I could not get a clear image of him. His face, hair and body would change every second in ways that could not depict a specific human figure and face.

Yet what I could clearly see was a familiar to me person with a tanned complexion, white hair, long white eyelashes and hypnotic violet eyes staring right through my soul.

"You're what brings me close to him - to Shinichiro." The figure spoke and he held one of my hands tightly. I could feel the touch, but no temperature on my hand. "Don't leave me too. Where have you been all this time?"

I opened my mouth to speak.

"̴̨͍̜̺̬̮̯̹̿Ṕ̵̨̫̹̞̞͖̹͕͔̲̹͑̿͗̍̆́̒̽̈̊̐͊͠l̸̳͎̥̙͈̠̀̔̀̿̇̈̎̀͋͌͜͝ę̸̨̹̦̝̺̖̯͈̱̤͈̑a̸̟̭͋̇͌̾̓́̌̇͜͝s̷͇͈̏̀̈́͆ë̷̡̨̲͇͍͓̜̭̠̘̻́̄ ̶̢̢̫̗̯̌̔̇d̵̢̬̞̫͇͎͔͂̀͗͛͠o̷̡͇̪͙͍͆͆͝ǹ̸̨̠̘̥̻̱̩͙͚̝̰̼͂̓͜͜͝'̴̡̓́̇̒͑̉̇͠t̸̰̆̃̄ ̶̨͕̲͇̝̤̳̠͖̹̼̏́̀h̶̖̲̖̝̗̳̲̯͂̓͊̐̽̍͗́̏͋͐̔̄̊ͅu̶̢̨̹̟̦͖̪̱̦̟̘͋̎͂̿r̸̛̖͕͖͚̅̂̽̉̓̏̄̈͆́̑̚͠t̷̯̥̖̹̳̤̜͓̫̼̾̑̍̈́́̽̌̄̈́̋̆̀͝ ̷̨͈̗̼̫͓̭̗̆̿̓̾ͅä̵̛͈͖̭̞̞́͒̅͂͐̏̋ͅn̷͈͋̿̇͗̚̕ý̸͙̟̇̈͆̚͝o̶͚͛͌̎̀̔͝͠n̸̛̲͍̘̗̻͙͐͑̇͗̕͠͝ę̵̜̩̳͚̲̇́̄̇̊.̵̨̺̭̯͓̝̫̤͙̣̲̟̉͌͂̕ ̴̳̖̳̱̄̇͒͐̀́̓̾W̶̢̨̥̪͎̞̯̹̺̩̭̫̜͐͗͗̈́̏̏̂̈́̀̚ͅẻ̷͎̐̽̈̏̾ ̵̩͑̉̌͜c̴̲̬̭̦̼͐͒̓̾̄̇̽͐͝͠a̸̡̞̣̺̐ṟ̷̛̭̥̜̉̾̓͊́̔̑̈́̽̑͐̊̌ė̵̗̩͉̤͐͂̀̈̄͗͛̌̆͂́͘ ̷̖̳̝̈́̕͠͠â̸̛͈̘͗̅̄̾̒͝͠b̷̮͎̗̆ͅo̶̝͒͒͊̕u̸͕̱̔̀̕͠͠ṫ̷̤̒̈́͋̿͑͘ ̷̨̧̣̘̪̩͇̬̯̲̣͎͘ͅý̸̨̢̱̫̤̺͙͚̠̖̮̅̅ͅọ̷̢̭̓̓͗̋͜ư̵̡̬̙̞̤͕̆̈́͆̌̿̾͒̀̎͝͝ ̴̧̛̪̮͓̳̩̮̟̗̣͔̥̇̋͋̔̅I̶̯͒z̶̧͖̥̱̙̥͈̬̭̹͙̲̋̿̏̅̇́̈̃̐ḁ̷͎̉͗̊̎̊͆̒̐̍̒͆͠͝n̵̢̬̜̳̟̘̳̿͆́̾͐̐̇͌͝͝a̸͙̜͓̘͓̺̠̘̖̠͂̔́̂̔.̷͓̪̹͙̲̭͚̝͍̈́͐͋͋̎͊ ̶̛̹̣̰̝̰̩̀̌́̓͑̄͗̿̐Ī̵̧̳̩̖̪͊̑̇̀̀͛̈͗̽̓̄̕͠'̸̡̼̪̺̹̭͚̝̘͖͙̲̙͑̍͋̽̎̄̒́́̚̚͝͝m̶̧̼̟͍͓͕͙̮͍̮̥̯̮̺̑͋̋͂͑̆͊̓̎͠ ̶̡̢͕̟̩̝̳̞̽͆͋͌̕͠ͅb̷̰̽͠a̸̤̼̤̩͎̝̘̼͚͉̠̯̿͘͝ͅc̸̡̬̠̝̖̜̭̟̯̤͊̽̽͘͝k̶̪̩̜̩̮̮͑͋̎̕,̷̢͍̱͓̗̪̩͓̲͙̩̠͌̓̋̌̅̽̔̀́̐̚͜ ̸̡͔̣͇̩̽̂̓̓͜j̸̨̱͈̳̱͎̯̲̹̻͍̠̠͝u̸̯͚̰͂̍̕s̶̥͖̰͂̎ṱ̶̛͇̤̜̯̑̅̃̌̐̆͆̓͛ ̶̧͛̅̂̓̓̑o̷̥̔̇̏̌̽͌̈́͋̈̾͐̚͠p̶̤̉̉̅̀͒̓̄̄́͘̚͝e̶͉͉̱͔̳͉̗͉̳͖̻̺̒́̀͛̕͝n̶͚͕͍̝̤̱̏͋̀̔̌̒̑̓̂͘͝͠ͅ ̶̡̯̭̔̾̔̎̽ẏ̸̢̪͉̼͕͇̬̻̮̙͓̫̬̾̋̄͊͛̓̋͆̽̕̚̚͝ǫ̷̛͕͈̜͂̓̾̋̎̋͘ủ̴̙́͗̎̄͝r̶̲͔̘͒̂͛̀̈́̌͝͝ ̴̛͇̗̈́̍̿̄̿̔̋̈́h̸̡̛͓̜̱͔͚̱̼̮͚͖͖́̑͒̃̋̏̄͘͘̚͠e̵̡̢̳̠̫̫̗̯̿͑ȁ̷͈͂̃͠r̷̨̯̱̟͓͓̱̳̝̘͙̲͉̆̄͂͛̀͜͝ṭ̴̢̧͈̰̭̤̹̬̍͐̇̾ ̸̨̪̰̳͈͙̰͉͚̬͕̮̈́̑͛̆̑̇̎̑̏͐͘͝ͅt̷̡̰́ő̷̧̢̮̰̭̬̘̹̋͆̓̔̄̽̀̂̽̈́͜͝ ̶̨̝̙̟̲̹̱̿͒̋̓̔̎͒̽ͅm̷͈̼͉̭̟͍͇̔̓̄̿̀̒̃e̶̡͖̦̰̥͉̱͐,̷̢̝̣͂͗̓̏͌͌͠͠ ̴̢̝̟͈̩̫͙̞̣̬̑͑̓̊̓̽r̶̮̗̪̗̪̻̻̹͆̆̋͛̈́̿̍̄͒͒̈́͐́ė̴̘̠̈̀͆͜ä̶̪͉̝̱͚̩̟́̇̂̈̍̇̅͑̉̾͗̂͠c̴̰̦͉̬̕͝ḩ̶̛͕͕͓̫̺̽͐̈́͂̃̂͊̾͌̃͂͘͠ ̸̨̜͖̙͓͚͉̖̤̱̜͓͗͗̆̀̌̋ỡ̵̧͔̰̙͙̮͈̍̃̋̆͗̕͘͠ư̴̢̤̘̜̗̞̜̩̦͎̯̊̋̾̽̇̆̋̂̿̇͘t̸̨̬͔̥̟̉͂͆̇͘̕ ̵̝͒͌̅̒͆́́̍̏͝͠t̸̲̰̋͝͝ơ̴̯͎͖͕̇́̓͘̕ ̵̨̳̊̑́̀́͜͠m̶̹̰͐̃͆̏́̏̍̍̿̐͝͠e̴̤͋̽̅́̉̇͛̚.̷̧͓̜̺̹̗͖͙̘̜͈̰͗̾̔̏̎ ̷̨̨̨̞̳͕̤̦͇̜̻̙̉̂̓̎̀̃̓̔̍̚͝Ẅ̷̛̟͐͌͐͑̀̑̎̐̓̊́è̷͔̥̹̥̤̠͈͕͙̳̥̮͑͋͜ͅ ̵̟͙̤̲̤̦͇̍́̐͑̃̄̾̈́̓̏̄͘̕͝ͅw̷̢̧̢̙̪̭͙͖͉̟͈̏͐̅͑͂̊̂̅̕͝a̷̪̦̅̐͝n̶͌̐̅̊͌͌͋͜ť̴̢̜̺̥̱̼͚̯̭̪͈͇́͒̓ ̵̧͍̝̣͙̭̗̓t̴̡͉̯̼̩͓͕̺͓̖͎͆̉̈́͆͗̈̅̑̕͝͠͝ơ̷͚̆̍̅͋̅͋̀̓̀̒̔͝ ̵̛̭̾́͂̿̾̄̌͛̀̂͐̈́̚h̸̨̦͚̖̝͙̝̫̯̞͚͔͑̈́͒̈́̈́͜͝ȩ̴̞̱̗̺̹͈̘̲̹͖͖̐͆͌̈̈ͅl̵̡̢̛̻̭͈͍̱̭͎̠̎̒̉̿̋͘͝p̴̺̠̭͖̱̹̞̑̔̂ ̶͚̙͙͔͇̯͐y̷̢͔̼͎̖͇̼̲̫̹̱̏̓̈́o̸̢͍̗̺̿̿̈́͐̀͑̚ͅu̷̡͓̦͕͈̮̮̜̥̜͙̦̲͛̀͐̋͒͘̕͠͝͝͝ͅ.̵̘̯͚̘̻͉̋̈́́̏̈́̀͊̋̅̍̆͜͝͠ͅ ̸̭̼̙̘̮͚̮̾͂̆͌͊̈́̂͠P̴̡̭̈́r̸̗̃̇̾̒͋̍̓͗̊̈͐̄̎ǫ̴̫̥̜̇̿̊̍̆̆͛̂͌̕͝͝m̸̢̼̜̜̱̹̬̪͖̺͇̄̑̓́͒̀̀į̸̛͔̬̩͈̰͉͈̜̳͉̰̱͛̈́͌͒͋̋̒͜͝s̵̡̛̜͍̫̬̣͙̙̞͉̉̊̈́̑͛͗̿̃̕͘͜͜͝͝e̵̛̺̟̦͚̻̮̪̼̥͍̘͉̠̊̑̂̋̓́͑̓̚͜ ̴̢̗͇͈̀̈͐͂m̴̧̯̲̣̗̺̩̳͛̂ͅẽ̴̡̡̓̀̆̂̀ ̵̡̙̰̲͖̦͔̮̻̮͈̀̔̈́͝y̷̡̮͈͓͍̍̓͗͗̋̆̽̽͌͂͊͘͠ǫ̶̩̥̦͂̍͠ų̴̛͕͎̻̝͔̭͉͆̈́͑͂͐̓̆͘͝ͅ'̶̣̐͝l̴̡̡̛͔̦̱̭̼̘̤̭̿̈́͂͗̾̃͛̂͝ͅl̶̡̮͈̙͈͍̠̟͍̘̰͍̯̿͋͐́̑͋ ̵̧̨̢̲̙̺̗̖̣̫̤̥̝̈̓̒̄̏l̸̟͚̼͗̓̄͂̂͌̇̇͋͑ͅi̶̧̻̟͙̥͂̑͑́̅̔́͊͋̔͆͂̚͝ͅv̴̙̰̜̞̭̹̗͔̘͈͛͆͊̾͂̿̀͜͝͠è̷̼̙̣̘̻̪͖̤͕̽͜͜ͅ.̶̛̥̭͚̦͎̲̰̙̭͓̱͂͒̆̄͊̍̀͂͗̑͜͝͝ ̶̨͉̬̜̩̗̬̙͍̏͊͗͘͝ͅŶ̶̮̒͂́ŏ̷̢̢͕̟͉͙͖̙̥̳̝̱̞̚͠ͅu̵͓̳̫̞͚̜̙̥͒̔̿̾ͅ'̴͚̎̇̀̂̆̿̉́̈̒̅̈́̈́l̴̼̒͆l̷͎̹̲͉̘̙͈̻͕͕͔͇̈́́̐̀̀̿͊̆̔͐͂̆͠͝ ̴̡͓̫͕̻̤̥̫͑̏ş̴̗̤̮̞̠͓̲̰̪̤̈́̈́͌͋̏̄̒͊͌͠ū̵̡̨̡͉̯͙̼͙͚͎̙͖̮̣͑̔͂̈̑̈́̋̎̑̿͝͠r̴̩̭̘͎̻͎͂̅̓̊͌v̸̙͚̙̜̙̤̇͂̎̈́̀̂̉͆́͆̀̆̕ͅị̶̡̨̠̳͔̤̒̉̔̔̎͂ͅv̶̥̱̲̘̰͖͉͍̱̳̬͕͕͖̈̊̓̓́̉̀̆ę̶̯̜͈͉͇̘̝̻̀̈́̅̍̾ͅ,̷̨̳̯̟̙̞͛͋̊̾͝͝ ̷̧̛̤̝̼͈͙̳̣̦̈́̾̊̈́͜͜͠͝ỵ̷̦͚̰́̈́͌̾ơ̶̟̝̟̦̦͇̜͛̓̏́͘ͅu̷̢͇͉͙͚̪͚̦̜͉̔̏̽͂̉̔̂̊̑̓͝ ̷̡̰̟̟̱̥̌̽̅̀̓̽̕͝ẅ̷̨̡̟͉̹͎͍̝̲͇̰̦͖ͅŏ̶͍̣̱̖̤̳͇̑͗͜ņ̴̱̮̹̗̖͖̱̬̻͉͉͆̽̀'̵̧͈̝̝̠͕̟͔̯̌̓͊́̓̏͐̑̋̉ţ̸͔̱͈̖͖̀͗͋̐͝͝ ̵͙̟̤̝͍͙͕̇̃d̴̘͕͔̘̜͙͕̮͊̒̄̽̄̉̈́̐̾̽͋̿̚i̵͔̓͆̑̓̋̾e̷̛͉͛̊̑͂̽͐͐̾̌̈́̋̋͘ ̶̛͍̰̙̋̍̿͂a̴̡̹̥̘̻̭̠̦̮̫̋͊̉͑͊̈́͗̂̈́̾͠n̵̦̙̗̦̥͔̫̬͉̓́̿̉̋́ͅd̸̛̹̖̬͇̼͑͐̽́̈́͊̅͋̎͗ ̴͍̭͈͋̆̊̚n̸̹̞̗̫͇̞̣̒̋̓̾̆̄̓̀͂̂̀̒͗͘ͅó̵̹́́̀̏͌̈́̚̕b̸̨̨̧̛̝̣̱͇͉̖̮̼͋̂̍̀̌̈͌̉͒̔͗͠ͅơ̶̗̫͇͍͔̹͈̻͈̓̄͛͂̀d̷͎̅̊͂́̌̊́̑̓y̶͉̹̜̜̠̼̟̝͖̓̚ ̵̢̏͑̓̍̿̔̀̐̓̒͐̕ẉ̷̛̟̀̿̊͘i̴̘͚͍̞̅̏̓̐̈̅͆̀̔̅̐̃̌̎l̸̳̙͉̗̥̯̪̠̙̟̩͈̽͛͆͒́̈́͊̀͠l̷͈͈͓̾̌̂͌̌͆̂̅͂̆̕͘͝ ̵̨̼͉̖̍͑͆̐̆͗̇̆̿̓͐͝͝͠ͅh̷̤̬̭͓́̑̏́́̏͌̚̕ȁ̷̡̼̗̩̹̐̎̐͒̀͊́̆̒̚͝v̵͎̠̼̖̩̹͔̼͍͇̙͒̎̉̾̑̓̏̅̚̕͝é̷͓̻̬̻̤̻̠̻͙͖̼̂͒͊͗̅̋͗̀͊̽͜ ̷̨͖̖̯̹̦̙͓͔͆̐̑̌́̌͋̚t̵̤̪̜̝̻̳̦̤͌͌̔͗͐̔͌̄̐̕͜o̸̧̯̘̠̊͗̀͗ ̸̯͉͠s̸̢̏̅̿̏̈́̔͗̅͗̚͝ụ̶̡̧͔̫̗̙̣̖̥̻̒̒f̴̧̖̖͚̙͋͗͊f̵̩̳̘͙̪̤̙̻̟̃͗̉̿ȇ̶̠̜́̈́̐̉̚͜r̸̢͍̭̠̖̹̩̅̏͋ͅ ̶̻̻̣͉̦̭͍̉̈ḓ̵̛̙̪̲͜ͅë̸̦͉̙̿́̂̎a̸̛̛͇̜̱̎̒̉͑̄̔̈́͘t̸̘͉̗̺͎̉͛͐́̿̅́h̸͖̹̙̲͙̳͖̪̤̬͖̥̥͉͋̋̋̈́̊̉̄̀̈́̇̋́͂͝ ̵̦̘͈̞͇̱̮̺̩̙͖͕̹͋̆͌̓͜ǐ̸̧̗͔̪̲̉̐̈́͠͠n̶͔̘͙͚̈́̾̔͋͌͒̐̚͝ ̷̧̧̡͎̼̫̫̳͍̫̦̦̇͜t̴̛̹͇̯̰͕͕̜͇̀̿̋͑̉̎̅̓̽̑h̴̗̹̩̞̲̟͔͔̱͈̪̟̑̍́̂̍̈́į̸̖͌̽̊̾͐͛s̷̢̡͖̺͉̑̔̊̂͊̌͑̎̎̑͘͝ ̴̛̥̻̥̠̓͋̀̕͜t̶̢̧̛̖̹̥̝̝̞̰̖͙͛̆̓̀̈́̽͐̽̈͜͝ȋ̵̢̝͙̄̍̃m̸̧̧̹̭̝͚̮̱̣͕̳̥͈͔̋́̈̉͂̿̈́̓̕̚̚͝͝ę̴̭͖͈͈̭̳̻̹̾͋l̴̢̧̖̳̺͔̼̺̩̙̺͉̭̾̍̽͋̓ī̴̛̗̜̯̘̳̃́͋̿̑̉̃̎̈́n̵͙̹͖̦͍͚̣͒͑̇ȩ̷̘͍̦̹̥͎͖̱̥͍͕̄̉̀͐.̴̡̠̤͚̳̦͖͓̣͗̏̈́̈́̕̕͠͝ ̸̤̻̪̺̘̀͛̊͛͊̚W̵̳̖̰̠̞̒̌̈́̋͐̂̎͂̚ė̸͎̮͊̀͛̍̀͒͌͒̾̀ ̷̰̌̆͌͑͊̐̇̍̑̚͘͘͠l̸̛̤̭̬̟̝̔͆̍̄̄̋͝o̸͚̾͊̾͛̒̄̀̓̍̉̏̓͝v̶̥̰͉̼̿̑̊̽̄̚e̸̢̮͓̠̮͓͙͖̿̇̿̆͊͌̀͐͛́̉̊͘͘ ̸͖̖̏͝y̸̢̤͙̍̐̐̌̑̂̋͘͘̚ó̴̠͕̳͎͉̲̠͎͈̋͋͗́̒͒̍ͅừ̸̪̠̦̰͚̞̩̲̠̗̜̉͒͋̂́̇̓.̷̨̮̙̫̞͔̓́͊̐͛̔͊̔̃̋̒̀ ̸̢̭̪̻͕̬̜̥̣̻̪̄̒̑̂̅̍͆͝İ̸̧̟̺̺͔̝͖̻͇̹͇̉̒́͒̇̓̆̒̅͋̐͐'̷̢͓̖̣̺͉̭͇̊ͅm̴̧̢̭̤̠͍͇̪̭̣̰̜̦̦̆͛͋͌̒̈́̌̽̐͝ ̴̢͙̬̼͔̝͙̳̫͓̽̈̽̂̊͝r̴̨̛̝̘̠̞͍̙̩͖͚͗̀̈̾͌͘̚u̷̧̼̬̫̺͎͐̓̋̀̔͑̉̄ͅņ̶̟̯̪̝͕̹͚̪̗͓̓n̸̻̟̖̜̬̱̈́͐̈́͘i̴̞̟̣̹̺̪̞͒̂̊̀̌̑͘͘͠n̷̡̧̥̟̟̙̝̙̖̲̮͎̳͊̀͋̉̈́̄̕͠ģ̵̬̳͓̤̥̱̻̓̆̏̈̏̈́̕͝ͅ ̷̢̣͉̯̮͓̬̹̰̰̦́o̷̖͇̙͌̒̄̒̋̏̆́̚̕u̴̲̲̗̅̆̊̕t̵̼͈͂̊͌̐̚͝͝ ̸̩̳͚̖̋͊̐͋̽͒͗̈̈̚͝o̶̝̟̮̓͜ḟ̵̧̢̯̗͉͔̜̀̀͛̆̑̾̀͊͌̚̕ ̴̧͖̝̣̩̖͒͛́̎̎̍͗́̕͠ṯ̸̨̹͓̏̊̔i̵̱͑̀͒͆̉͌̅̋̐̾̃͌m̷̢̗̜͚̞̤̝̠̑͒ȩ̶͕̻̲̫͋̅͜ ̸̨̪̣̱͇̙̳̄ͅf̷̘̄̇̈̌̀͊̕̚ǫ̵̜͚͔͖̭̩̲̊͆̾͊͜͝r̷̰̠͉͇̟̬͖̳̖͉̥͖̺͋̔̂͛͠ ̷̡̢̡͓̦̠͈͙̤̈́͜ẇ̸͓̦͎̻͑̊̓͑̀͊͂̍̀̓͘̚o̵̧̨̻̠̰͓̯̤͖͎̽̊̌͒r̶͈̜̞̰̬͙͙̳̺̲̋̓̐̅͜d̴̨̖̳̘̠̤̖͚͖̓͝ͅṡ̷͕̣̲̽̈́̈́̓͆̓͋͒̊̕̕̕͠-̷̯͉̺̠͖̥͉̦͙̒̄͆͋̾͝"̴̨͎̪̬̬̪̪͇̝́̍̋̌̅̌̈̊̂̀̕̚͜͠

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Next moment, he was holding my cheeks, keeping my head in place even though I felt dizzy. "You wouldn't understand. Not while you're away from me. I will come back and get you. Mark my words." Then, he proceeded to speak, yet everything he said was nothing but faint whispers in my ears. I couldn't understand nor listen to what he was saying.

I wanted to ask him to speak again and louder cause I couldn't hear him. But instead-

"Izana, you're in pain." That was the sound of my voice speaking. Although those were not the words I meant to say, these words were the ones that felt right for some reason. I felt a tear run down my eye as my hand came in contact with his cheek.

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Tick.

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For a few seconds, I mindlessly stared at the ceiling of my bedroom as I laid on my back with my arm over my forehead and the other hand resting on my belly.

I barely blinked as I tried to decipher the strange dream that I had. But my mind was not working properly. It felt as if I was still between the stage of being awake but asleep at the same time. Not even I knew what time it was, but it was still dark.

It was not the first time I had a strange dream about Izana. To be fair, I had a few more dreams about him in the past, but I would eventually forget about them the moment I would wake up. After all, they were all very short and I could not remember a single thing afterwards. Although this time was not the biggest exception, it felt as if some parts of the dream were a bit... clearer. A bit more alive.

At least more compared to the previous dreams.

His words were more audible, although the tone of his voice a bit distorted. I could focus a bit better on his eyes and the touch felt just a bit more real.

I would never pay that much attention in dreams and their meanings, but it was strange how I would sometimes dream anything with Izana. I could not understand how I'd have such strange dreams with someone I hadn't talked to for such a long time.

I supposed my subconsciousness would remind me of Izana right before I could completely forget about him. After all, the few times I had hung out with him were back with Shinichiro. I never had any ways of communicating with him other than Shini. It would only make sense that I completely lost contact with Izana after his death. After all, the other Sano siblings did not have any ties to Izana and there was no way for me to keep in contact with him.

I didn't know how he was doing and where he was. It had been a long time since I heard about him at all. I had even started forgetting some of his features slightly. I could remember him being a strange person. I remembered that he had what seemed to me like some slight... obsession with Shinichiro, although he himself seemed oblivious to that. And if I was not mistaken, he looked to be a bit clingy to me at times too, after seeing how Shinichiro cherished me as well. And I remember never finding out why Izana was so jealous of Shinichiro showing attention to Mikey and Emma, but not when it came to me. To this day, I never got to learn why Izana accepted me around him and Shinichiro, but not Shinichiro's siblings.

I found myself thinking about him, trying to picture him and his life. Where he was, what he was doing. Was he doing alright? Did he still remember me? How much did he change? I could not think of how much he had changed after Shinichiro's death or even imagine his reaction to that. The more I thought about it, the more I found my heart getting heavier, as if I wanted to embrace him too out of nowhere during those difficult times. Cause one thing was for sure - Izana must have suffered from Shinichiro's death as well.

I had no idea where he was, what he was doing and how much he had changed. I did not know whether he was a happy person finding his way in life, lost and alone or still working on things and his life. It was clear that he was a troubled person, after all. All I found myself wishing was that he would be doing alright, surviving and being well. Maybe he was just moving on with his life. Maybe he had found a family, and friends. And maybe he was also recovering from the loss of Shinichiro and quite possibly, he had forgotten about me already.

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"Does it look okay on me? Or does it need any adjustments?" I carefully made sure to adjust the yukata I was wearing, in a careful manner as to not damage it in any way.

"You're fine Y/n," My brother assured me. "Your yukata looks amazing." He grinned and wrapped his arm around my shoulder softly for a moment. "And so does my sister." That earned a smile from me as I looked at him.

The day was the third of August.

Both my brother and I dressed in our yukatas, we were heading to the Musashi Festival. H/n told me that Emma and Draken were inviting us and apparently, Emma's new friends, Takemitchy and his girlfriend Hina were tagging along. I was sure it was Emma's idea to invite us.

I was slightly nervous. I would meet two new people and I wanted to make a good impression on them. All I knew was that this Takemitchy guy was quite nice but very idiotic and Hina was a very sweet and friendly girl that we would get along well with, based on Emma's words.

The closer we were getting to the festival, the louder the music was getting. I started looking around and admiring the beautiful lights and decorations all over the place and the countless stalls filled with food and entertainment. There were a lot of people there of different ages, many dressed very elegantly and others casually. Everybody seemed to be having a good time. The atmosphere was so relaxing.

"Oi, Draken, 'Mitchy." My attention was shifted from my surroundings to H/n right next to me, who was waving somewhere and had a relaxed look on his face. I blinked and tried to look at the same direction he was looking, until I noticed two people staring at us from a near distance.

There was Draken and next to him a blonde boy, average in height with big blue eyes was standing.

My brother and I approached the two boys and they focused on me. The guy next to Draken that I could safely assume was Takemitchy looked very shocked, based on the way his gaze drifted between H/n and I. "Eh?? You-You have a twin sister?!"

H/n hummed with a small smile. "I do. Meet my elder sister, Y/n." I gave him a polite smile. "Pleased to meet you." Takemitchy blushed and stood straight up, taking a small breath in before nodding. "Nice to meet you, too!"

I also gave Draken a small smile as a greeting and he nodded at me.

Takemitchy looked at the time on his watch and scratched his head, blinking with a soft frown. "The girls were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago. Where are they?"

Draken sighed and spoke, his voice deep and a bit monotonous. "I would not be surprised if they are still getting ready."

"Sorry to keep you waiting!"

Emma's voice was heard, beating him to it.

The four of us turned to look at the two girls standing close to us. I could almost feel my eyes sparkling at the two pretty girls in front of us.

Emma was wearing a dark blue yukata with yellow flowers printed on it. Her blond hair was held back with a pink flower decorating it on the side. Next to her was a girl around her height, her hair a light brown-pinkish color also held back, her bangs held away from her eyesight. She stared at us, her soft brown eyes smiling as she gave us all a wave. She wore a light pink yukata with small purple flowers.

Takemitchy blushed and smiled upon seeing his beautifully dressed girlfriend. It was clear that he was internally fanboying over her.

Draken looked at Emma, and although his facial expression looked unbothered, he had a bit of curiosity and interest in his eyes as he looked at her. "Took you long enough."

I locked eyes with the girl and smiled. "Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Y/n." I introduced myself. Emma grinned happily next to Hina, happy that we were finally meeting each other.

Hina blinked at me and stared at me. Then, she opened her mouth. "Oh, you're Y/n N/n!" She exclaimed, catching me a bit off guard. She pointed at herself. "Do you remember me? We used to have some classes together." The others quietly stared at the two of us, curious as realization slowly hit me.

"Wait- You're- You're Tachibana Hinata!" I smiled a bit nervously. I felt a bit embarassed at that moment. I had completely forgotten about her but the two of us attended some classes together some years ago, before I even left the country for four years. We just never happened to interact much with each other so she never really passed by my memory.

"You know each other?" Emma exclaimed in surprise. We smiled at each other. "It's nice to see you again, Y/n." Hina happily said, her tone a bit high in pitch.

Why did I never notice how cute this girl was?

Then, Emma spoke, keeping her palms together and looking up at Draken and me. "So, I heard that you have already met Ken-chan." She gave me a small wink, making me smile, as if saying 'That's the guy I kept telling you about!' and then she beamed at Draken. At this point, Takemitchy had already started talking to Hina, looking quite bashful as Hina giggled at him and H/n focused on the interaction between me, Draken and Emma. "She's the one who got me the new plushy you asked me about back in my room." Emma said as she clinged onto Draken's clothe gently and tugged it, as a way of catching his attention.

Draken stared at Emma for a short moment unblinking, before looking back at me. I felt myself tense up a bit and I gave an awkward smile.

He kept staring at me for a few moments, before exhaling with a soft grin on his lips and focusing back at Emma. "Hm." He gave her a small nod. "Is that so? How nice." He glanced down at me with a small playful glint.

I looked away and hummed a very quiet tune to myself. So, Draken had seen the plushy he helped me win for Emma in her room. He most definitely remembered me thanks to that. Just imagine how awkward it would have been if he had confessed that he was the one who had to help my ass win that plushy for her, instead of letting me get all the credit.

Quite embarassing, in a way?

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Emma and Draken were walking together and apparently arguing over something unintelligible from afar due to the noises around us. Hina and Takemitchy were behind the first two, while H/n and I were a few meters behind them as well.

Draken and Emma had disappeared somewhere in the crowd and we noticed Takemitchy and Hina heading towards one of the entertainment stalls to play, so we quickly lost sight of them too.

For a while, H/n and I enjoyed our walk and checking everything out. We took a few pictures and played a few games...

Until it started to rain.

It was just a few drops at first, but with the seconds passing the rain started getting stronger and stronger.

"Seriously? That's a bummer." H/n groaned. He looked at me and held my wrist gently. "Come on, let's seek shelter." He said and started dragging me away quickly under some trees, as to protect us from the rain. "Pff, you make it sound like we are in a survival game." I told him.

We remained silent under the tree and just stared at the scenery around us. Other people were also sheltering themselves from the rain, others leaving quickly and the few ones that already had umbrellas with them continued on with their own things.

"Honestly, it's been very hot lately. It's nice that it rained a bit, the air cools down a bit." I said, trying to see the positive side and my brother shrugged. "Mhm. I wonder where the others are right now."

Just then, my brother's phone started ringing. He pulled it out of his pocket and picked it up. "Hello?" He asked casually and raised his face upwards, staring lazily at the leaves that dropped raindrops. I stared at him as he was listening to the other person speaking to him over the phone. But due to the rain making a lot of noise by hitting the wet ground, trees and mud I could not hear anything.

"Shit-" My brother muttered harshly, his eyes widening and his eyebrows frowning as he looked down. "F- Okay, I'm on my way." H/n spoke seriously and turned off the phone. He looked at me with a lot of seriousness in his eyes. "Draken's in danger."

"What- Why? What happened, is he okay?" I asked, feeling alert and worried.

He locked eyes with me. "Moebius. Draken is attacked."

My eyes widened and my blood ran cold. I definitely had heard of Moebius and the issues with Toman. It was so unexpected and I thought the conflict Emma told me about was over.

"Y/n, you better go home quickly. I have to go." He said and turned and started running.

Without any other words, I started running along with him, trying to catch with him. "Wait! I'm coming along!" I said, trying to make sure I would not lose him out of my sight. I did not even have the slightest idea of where he was going. "Y/n no it's dangerous!" He yelled at me. "Go home!" "Emma was with Draken!" I called out, not listening to him. "I need to make sure she's okay!"

H/n did not say anything else and we just kept running together, me following him while simultaneously trying to be careful over not to slip and fall.

"Takemitchy called me and told me Draken is in trouble at the parking lot of Musashi Shrine! He and Mitsuya are on their way too." H/n yelled as we ran.

As we did and turned a corner, we came across Takemitchy and Mitsuya, who just made the same turn with us at the same time. Takemitchy along with us was panting and he looked anxious. "Right on time." Mitsuya said and glanced at me. He was obviously surprised that I was there and I would have expected a scold, if it was not for the many guys covered in mud, blood and wounds laying on the ground right in front of us, dressed in dirty white uniforms.

"They're from Moebius!" Takemitchy commented and then the four of us looked in the front.

Many guys wearing the same white outfit were all gathered up, everybody standing against Draken who was avoiding most attacks coming his way, defending himself and kicking and punching down enemies that were coming at him with wrists and even bats. He was doing a great job, but the blood on him, his hands and head was clearly visible. He was elbowing his enemies and he grasped one enemy from the ground by his hair and lifted him up slowly by his hair.

"Draken-kun!" Takemitchy called out.

That earned Draken's attention, causing him to turn his head. "Takemitchy..." Takemitchy was the first to be noticed, before his eyes wandered at the rest of us. He stared at us with his eyes slightly narrowed. He was panting. He did not look well.

"Guys!" A panicked voice was heard. We turned back to see a very scared Emma standing there with her umbrella. "Emma-chan!" Takemitchy said in a surprised manner. My heart ached that moment, and I immediately ran to her. I gently held her fave and raised her hands. "Emma- are you okay? Are you hurt?" "I'm okay..." Emma said, obviously shaken up as she held onto me.

"Peh-yan, you bastard!" Mitsuya spoke lowly and looked at a specific person in the crowd. "The hell are you teaming up with Moebius for?!"

I turned my face to look at the crowd and I immediately noticed who he was talking to. It was not a face I recognized, but it was a tall guy with short brown hair and big eyes, standing alongside with Moebius, but he was a Toman member. He was wearing the black uniform. He was glaring at Mitsuya with eyes wide.

"Shut up, Mitsuya. I'll kill you, too." The guy narrowed his eyes and tightened his fist.

Mitsuya returned the glare. "Oh?"

There were a few whispers and comments from Moebius' gang, talking about Mitsuya.

"Peh-yan, you coward!" Emma cried out in anger, most eyes looking at her and me, who was standing right next to her. She was standing near me, one hand holding the umbrella and the other holding me. "You had them attack him with a bat all of a sudden! And you brought all these guys with you! And you call yourself a man?!" She yelled. Peh-yan was silent, his expression turning a bit more grim. His face held an expression that could be taken as shame... maybe slight regret, too. He did not seem happy, but he definitely had no intentions to back away. Emma's words really did affect him, though.

Draken dropped the guy he was holding and closed his eyes. "Ugh... I'm tired." He started to sway slowly. Emma looked tense and I held her tighter. "It's gonna be okay, Emma." I whispered to her, although I myself could not know the outcome. All I was seeing was a big group of Moebius members against a seriously injured Draken. And out of the Toman members, it was just Mitsuya and H/n.

"Draken-kun, are you okay?" Takemitchy asked with pure concern. He took a step forward, as if ready to help him.

Draken did not reply. In fact, he closed his eyes for a moment and sighed. ".... I'll leave the rest to you, Mitsuya and H/n." He said.

Mitsuya and my brother took their moment to step forward, my brother on his side.

My face hardened as I saw two people of Toman taking their stance against around... Probably around 40 more or less Moebius members. I had heard that Mitsuya was incredibly powerful and I knew my brother was strong, too. But wasn't this a bit too much?!

"Yup." Mitsuya said lowly, a determined look on his face.

"God, my head hurts." Draken complained quietly and frowned a bit, holding his head before he slowly sat down.

"You little shits really think you're a match for all of us?" Someone called out mockingly. Mitsuya grinned. "Can it, dumbass."

Every guy with the Moebius uniforms standing there were looking at us like we were some kind of prey. Everyone had malicious and disgusting grins to their faces, gritting their teeth, others glaring, others laughing. "Kill all four of them." A voice called. My eyes trembled and I glared at them, holding Emma close to me.

"Hell yeah! Let's do this shit!" They all chanted.

For a moment, everybody quietened down upon hearing a very familiar sound. We all paused and Emma turned her head to look at the direction of the road.

It was the sound of a motorcycle getting closer.

Draken chuckled softly and closed his eyes.

"He's finally here." Mitsuya said happily. "That exhaust sound..."

"That's Mikey's CB250T." Draken grinned.

Within the amount of seconds, a motorcycle appeared in sight, flashing everybody with bright lights as Mikey made his entrance in the scene and stopped the motorcycle like a badass.

Moebius seemed to get angry now that their plans were ruined, based on their curses and whispers to each other. Mikey's hair was wet and falling down his face, raindrops dripping down.

He looked pissed.

"Mikey-kun!" Takemitchy called out in relief.

I looked down at Emma and gave her a small smile. She still looked scared over the situation. However, seeing how she was calmer, I gently pat her shoulder and slowly left her side and walked towards Draken.

I knelt down on his side. "Hey, are you alright?" I asked gently. "Huh...?" He grunted softly. "Ah... yeah." He said. I inspected his face and wounds. Unfortunately, I had nothing that could help him with the wounds. All I could do was take out a few clean tissues and clean most of the blood that was running down his face from his head. He hummed quietly in appreciation.

Mikey did not even look at us. He had his narrowed gaze fixed on Peh-yan. He took his moment to dismount it and he calmly started heading towards him.

"I see now. The reason I got called to be somewhere else was so you could attack Ken-chin." Mikey said emotionlessly.

My eyes widened at that as I looked at Mikey. "What?" Takemitchy asked and looked over at Draken, who had his eyes fixed on Mikey.

"And then you were gonna put the blame on me and break Toman in half." Mikey continued as he got closer to Peh.

Peh tightened his fists and yelled. "I'm just doing this for Pah-chin-!" "This isn't how you do this." Mikey spoke louder in a more authorative way, interrupting him. He narrowed his eyes. "Who tricked you into doing this?" Peh remained quiet.

A pair of footsteps were hears approaching, the sandals making noise as each foot stepped on the wet ground due to the rain that got a bit lighter.

"Wow, I'm impressed." A low, familiar voice said. Everybody turned to look at a tall guy, wearing a white t-shirt calmly approaching us, a cigarette between his pointy and middle finger of his left tattooed hand. "Guess you're not just brawn after all."

My eyes widened and I held my breath, my eyes trembling as I slowly recognized the person.

My eyes were locked on him, someone I had not seen for so long and believed that I would most likely never see again. A friend that I sheltered in my own room, kept company, someone that held me while I was crying due to my own fears, someone that patiently sat with me as I taught him how to write and read and gave me a gift of a manga I had treasured for so long, along with a now dirty sticky note promising me that he would come back and wait for me to return, no matter how long it would take. A guy between the mix of 'silly' and 'creepy'.

I tried to hold myself from doing anything that could show others that I knew of this guy. I had to keep myself collected, so I kept still and held my breath for a while, trying to quieten my fast beating heart.

"Who are you?" Mikey asked lowly as he stared at the amber eyed guy. A brown haired Moebius member was holding an umbrella over his head, hence why he was not wet in the slightest, his black hair and blonde streaks raised up and he held a bored look on his face as he looked at Mikey.

He took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled the smoke, taking his time.

"Man, I'm tired." The guy said and approached Mikey slowly, cigarette still raised. "It really doesn't matter who I am." He looked down at Mikey. The height difference between the two was crazy.

"But I'm sort of in charge of Moebius for now." He said calmly. "The name's Hanma."

I felt myself go cold at his words and I quietly gasped and my eyes trembled and eyebrows frowned.

I refused to believe it. It was almost unbelievable for me to even imagine this. I did know that Hanma was someone who would get entangled in trouble and fights in the past. And I remember hoping that no matter what, no matter whether we would see each other again, he would end up in a better and happier path.

Externally, he mostly looked the same as I remembered him, although he had gotten even taller.

One part of me was not that surprised that he ended up in a gang. But him saying that he was... 'somewhat' in charge of Moebius, such a vicious gang that did so many terrible things, murder, violence and rape made me feel cold, disgusted, terrified and so many more mixed emotions.

I remember feeling very comfortable and safe being around Hanma and having him over my house at night. Even though I knew he was trouble, he was always very respectful in his own way to me and my space and he never brought me in any difficult positions.

At the same time... Four years had passed. He most likely had changed a lot and fell in dark paths. He must have commited so many horrible crimes all this time and he must have forgotten about me. I could only assume he had changed and he was nothing like how he was in the past. He was most likely not meant to be trusted again.

....

And now seeing him being in charge of Moebius, the enemy gang of Toman, being the enemy of my friends and brother... It made me feel so many intense and weird emotions.

"So," Mikey began, eyeing Hanma. "You're the creeper who's been pulling the strings."

Hanma stared down at Mikey for a moment, before closing his eyes gently and a small smile appeared on his face. "Wow, you're a pain in the ass, Mikey--"

In the blink of the eye, Mikey went for it... He very quickly raised his foot up in the air, with the intentions to land a harsh kick on Hanma's face.

My eyes widened and I almost gasped, and then saw how Hanma had gotten a grasp of Mikey's foot mid-air with his left hand, the one with the 'Sin' tattoo on, right before it could land a kick.

Hanma's cigarette fell.

Mikey had a look of disbelief on his face and pulled his foot back as Hanma let him.

"Ow..." Hanma complained quietly, but with an unbothered tone.

"He stopped Mikey's kick?!" Mitsuya asked, everybody shocked at this.

Hanma frowned softly and gave a playful smile down at Mikey as he shook the hand that blocked the attack from the collide. "Don't be in such a hurry, Mikey. Our goal is to crush Toman."

The Moebius members started getting closer. "But that's a pain, so we wanted you to fight yourselves. I mean, it works out either way in the end. This means that I get to..."

Hanma gave a crazy grin at him and put his right hand over his right eye, showing off the 'punishment' tattoo on it. "... Kill the Invincible Mikey with my own two hands!" Hanma laughed maniacly.

Hanma spread his arms as if to show off his entire gang. "Moebius has 100 men here! And Toman has a measly five!" He said.

I gasped and I looked around in shock, noticing that way more members had appeared than previousl, as if it was not already bad before. "Shit.... This is bad!" I whispered to Draken.

"Don't you dare wuss out this time, assholes!" Hanma yelled out with a huge grin. He turned back to his gang. "I'm not a softie like Osanai."

"YES, SIR!" The gang called out.

My eyes narrowed and I gripped onto the bloody tissues that I used to clean Draken's blood. I couldn't help but curse in my head.

I also noticed that Hanma had not happened to even look my way, as he was busy with 'the Invincible Mikey'.

I did not know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing that he had not noticed me. Just by his words, I felt too terrified to be seen by him at that moment.

"If any of you run away, I'll chase you down and beat all the teeth outta your damn mouths!" Hanma threatened his gang with a grin.

The men tensed up, "YES, SIR!" They replied again.

"Mikey and Draken...." Hanma said and turned to look at both with a crazy smirk, his fang visible slightly and eyes widened in malice and bloodthirst, hungry for a fight. "You're both dead.♡~"

Everyone was silent, and then...

Hanma locked his eyes with me upon noticing who was standing next to Draken. I tensed up and my hands tightened. I felt the strong need to take my eyes off of him, yet they remained frowned and trembling.

Hanma's crazy grin slowly dropped down into a calmer look as for a few moments he kept direct eye contact with me, not blinking for a single second.

"...." His silence told me that he most likely recognized me, seeing the expression change a bit. I had no idea what to expect from him. I did not know what he would do or say next...

But I was terrified.

Hanma kept staring at me, as if his eyes hid a thousand thoughts and words, and to my surprise, he talked. "Caught up in this rain in a middle of a fight..." He spoke quietly, making everyone looked at Hanma in a questionable way before they moved their eyes to me, noticing that he was talking about me. His voice was quieter. Hanma had a small smile on his face. I had no idea whether it was malicious and mocking or genuine, happy to see me again... Even if it was seeing me on the other side. "Why is this girl not at home, all warm and protected from the rain? She is going to catch a cold here. This place is not suitable for someone like her." He said, not taking his eyes off of me.

Some Moebius members were smirking and laughing, thinking that Hanma was just mocking the situation, while others looked confused and taken aback, confused on how his behavior and way of speech changed the moment he noticed me. But most people did not think much of it, they thought this was Hanma's attempt to fuel Toman's anger.

I was completely soaked, just like everyone - excluding Emma and Hanma, the only ones with umbrellas. My hair was all wet and my clothes, too.

"Motherfucker," H/n growled and his face twisted in anger, tightening his fist. He was immediately enraged just by having the enemy shift his attention to me and talk about me. People looked at him, as he had remained completely silent up until now. He was about to speak more, before he clicked his tongue, obviously trigger now that the enemy had spotted me. He would have most likely started swearing and possibly even attack him right there. But even he knew it was an idiotic move on his part to strike yet. H/n gave me a look and spoke to me. "Y/n, take Emma with you and go home. It's dangerous here." Everybody had now noticed H/n speaking to me and it was crustal clear, based on both our facial characteristics that we were twin siblings.

"Yeah, Y/n." Hanma said, emphasizing my name and tilting his head, his earring moving around a bit. Now that H/n mentioned my name, it was his opportunity to use my name himself, although he already knew it. "Your brother is right." He grinned.

Mikey remained silent and unmoving, although his body language and the fire in his eyes clearly showed that he was on the verge of killing Hanma right there by simply looking at me and saying my name.

One thing that surprised me was the fact that he had not exposed anything about knowing me. He could have caused a huge issue if he decided to speak and say that I had housed him a few times in my room in the past, and cause issues among the gang and stuff.

But he didn't. Maybe he didn't yet, but either way he acted as if the two were strangers, although the look he was giving me said otherwise.

Hanma gave me an 'innocent' smile. "It's way too dangerous here. Get your friend and go home. Although it was probably your irresponsible twin brother's fault for bringing you here in the firs-" "SHUT UP, ASSHOLE I WILL KILL YOU!!!" H/n yelled in anger, once Hanma succeeded in triggering him.

H/n and Mikey were ready to strike, but the loud engine noises that were heard from the distance stopped them from doing anything.

Everyone had gone quiet and everybody's attention shifted to the loud noises and the motorcycles roaring from the distance. Everybody stared at the road that was slowly illuminated by the lights of the vehicles. The Moebius gangsters seemed irritated and Hanma held a blank face.

Draken smiled softly. "They made it in time." Mitsuya said proudly, making me and Takemitchy look at him. "Finally." H/n grunted and placed his hands in his pockets.

My eyes started shining as I saw multiple bikers approaching us and bringing light to the entire space. Every member of Toman was hear, parking their motorcycles right behind us a bit further, causing Mikey to smile warmly as everybody stared at the scene.

My gaze shifted next to Draken, who held my shoulder. He gave me a smile. "Thanks for the support. But you should go to Emma now. She needs your support more than I do." He said. I gave him a nod and a small smile and patted his back gently. "I didn't even do anything." I slowly got up and walked back to Emma, who still held her umbrella close to her. She looked at me with her doe eyes and I smiled. "It's going to be fine, Emma."

"Man..." Baji smirked, the guy with the orange fluffy hair behind him grinned. "Look at this mess." I looked at Baji in admiration, who approached along the other gang members like he owned the place.

"Infighting's really not my thing." A rather tall guy with an emotionless face and narrowed guys said. "But we can go all-out if we're fighting Moebius!" The peach-haired guy with the closed eyes and double piercings on his left ear grinned. I swore I had seen this guy, but I could not remember.
Baji had a smile on his face, his hair loose and wet and he held his hairtie between his teeth. "Just means that the big showdown's tonight."

"You guys..." Mikey smiled.

"Tokyo Manii Gang's here, jackasses!" Baji threatens Moebius and started tying his hair into a ponytail.

"Who wants to die first?" The smiling dude asked happily. "Peh!" The tall guy with the blonde hair yelled, "I'm killin' you first!"

I noticed Peh looking taken aback and he took a small step back. But Hanma grinned and placed his hand behind his head, stopping him. "Now the party's getting started!"

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At last I have finally updated another chapter finally :") Also yes I did publish this chapter earlier than I was planning to but I really got impatient. I remember in the beginning of the book I was planning on updating a new chapter every 4-5 days but seeing how my schedule is going it's impossible, so I just delay the updates, but right now I have at least 5/6 prepared chapters waiting to be published on their assigned date. Thank you for reading everyone and hope you have an amazing day or night <333

NEXT UPDATE: June 21