Yeah. I was probably on steroids cause I finished all the drawings. Jk. Clip studio crashed on me half way so I couldn't put all of the comic strips. And yes, I did cry when it didn't save. I still refuse to draw backgrounds

[I was wrong. This whole chapter is a whole sad trip]

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"(Y/N)-chan! Wait!!"

"What is it?"

"....Can you tell Kashi... to meet up with me. Exactly twelve years later. On this very same date."

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'I gave you all the necessary information you need, Takemitchy...' You thought to yourself as you ascended up the stairs of the abandoned building. It was a quiet and cold night, perfect for stargazing. 'Please... Please save Toman... save Draken..'

You have many regrets in this life. And that included your friend's death, Draken's death. That day, the fight between Toman and Moebius, was a day you weren't present. You were in your room, sulking because Draken didn't want to have Pah released.

He was your best friend too, so of course, you didn't want him to be locked up. But if only you had talked it out even a little bit, or had you picked up Mikey's call, maybe, just maybe, you could've saved Draken, even taken the knife for him.

Because you would do anything for them.

'If you can take care of things in the past... then I won't have to dirty my hands any further...' You sighed, coming out of the store with a new packet of cigarettes. Don't smoke kids. You walked through the quiet night, making your way to the parking lot where you had parked your motorcycle. '....In the end, I couldn't even land a single scratch on that damn Kisaki. Maybe I should've just killed him when I first saw him.'

You stopped, staring at the familiar face standing on top of the unfinished building, staring down at the crowd. Ahh... how sad. You wished you could go to him, give him a hug and cry about all of your worries to him, just like in the past. But... Everything's different now.

"....Sorry... Mikey..." You whispered, looking at Mikey with sad eyes. Noticing your presence, he looked down. And once he made eye contact with you, his eyes widened and he suddenly ran out of your sigh. "Sorry... but I'm not alive anymore... (L/N)(Y/N) died already... And Kashi died with her."

Right now, you were nothing more than a human being with no proper identity. (L/N)(Y/N) died in that car crash, Kashi died along with her. There was no more cry baby of Toman nor the infamous informant. Both of those people are long gone, leaving only the body they once resided in.

You had once again returned to an empty canvas, with your colors all drained by your tears. Perhaps one day someone will take a hold of another paintbrush and color your empty life, but for now, you don't want to taint the already ruined artwork that your friends have worked hard on creating.

"I'll see you again... in the past, Mikey... everyone.." With a heavy heart, you got on your bike, driving away fast, passing your former president. 'This is goodbye, Mikey... Please live for the rest of us...'

Without a single glance back, the empty husk has disappeared from within Mikey's range, ignoring all of his calls.

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Your early years were quite fun, spending your time riding through the streets, laughing, and sharing jokes with your friends. Those were the days that you treasured the most.

Well, that is until that bastard joined the gang. He ruined everything, plotted Pah's arrest, Draken's death. Not only Draken's but Mitsuya, Baji, and Kazutora's too. He had gotten rid of everyone that was close to Mikey.

All but one, Kashi. He had a hard time tracking down someone who could change faces and identities. It took him more than ten years to find out how to even contact you. In the end, he never realized that (L/N)(Y/N) and Kashi were the same person.

On that night, the day you were going to go to a meeting, you knew that they were targeting you to get Kashi to come out.

You gave up on that night. You found no other reason to live anymore.

You were too lonely to keep going on. The family that you treasured so much crumbled apart because of one person.

So, you decided to have him have his way. 

"...I know they won't be happy about this... But what can I do other than this...?" You asked yourself, taking a cigarette and lighting it, giving out a small puff of smoke at the man tied on the chair in front of you. "Right, Kisaki?"

Kisaki struggled on his restraints, trying to remove his binds and the tape covering his mouth. You only kept on looking, not a single hint of emotion on your face. He already knew what you were planning, the smell was overpowering everything. Gasoline.

"Hey, do you know who I am?" He grunted, only furrowing his brows. "I'm a ghost. You killed me last year, hoping to stir emotions into someone. But... Did you know? You stirred the wrong person's emotions."

When you died, you already contacted your allies, telling them that you were giving up. But the ambulance that came was taken over by your allies, they had taken you far away, taking you back from death's door. They were victims of Toman, and they didn't want to let the only key in defeating them die.

Which is why you revived from death. To enact revenge.

"I... gave up that day." You continued, taking a gun from inside your jacket, pointing it to Kisaki. "But the dead didn't accept me yet. Well, until I bring them another soul, that is." [*simps*]

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You sat on the swing, watching the fire by the coast grow larger and larger by the second. Inside that burning building was the person you loathe the most, burning alive to his death.

You didn't care. Hell, you wanted to be there to watch him suffer in his last moments. But... you don't want your friends to see such an occurrence.

"I did great, right?" You asked the boys standing around you, giving them a smile. But your smile slowly began to fall as the familiar feeling of tears came. "Please... tell me... I did great, right? Please.... Just talk to me again..."

Of course, they weren't going to respond, they were nothing but your hallucination, after all.

They were dead. But even if they weren't real, even if they were a figment of your imagination, you wanted them to give you a pat on the head, telling you did great, just a bit of comfort to calm your heavy heart.

You should be happy now, you've gotten your revenge. But... Why does it feel incredibly painful?

"....How strange... Why am I crying...? Why now of all times...?" You asked yourself with a laugh, breaking apart slowly the more your hallucinations slowly began to disappear. "Please... don't leave too..." [....bruh...*cries*]

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What a strange day today was. There was nothing special today, it's just, you were going to visit someone's grave today. And it wasn't any of your friends, rather, your own grave.

But to your surprise... Someone was there before you. The incense was lit, fresh flowers and... a box of dorayaki and taiyaki was offered to you.

"...It had to be you of all people..." You chuckled airly, a sad smile permanently on your face. "....you dumb man... you're losing money on snacks again... Are you still a boy?"

You raised your hand, wiping away the tears as you forced yourself to get rid of your sadness.

"This is goodbye..." You whispered, kneeling down to take one dorayaki. "Until we meet again, Mikey."

You walked away from the grave, leaving a letter and a few items behind. Two bells, one bunny keychain, two earrings. Hopefully, this will bring some comfort to the crying man hiding behind the trees.

"...This old photo... Everyone looked so cool..." Mikey sniffled, holding the photo on the envelope with a shaky hand. The photo was taken when Toman was founded. "... Goodbye... (Y/N)... Kashi..."

"I'm sorry, Mikey, Draken, Baji, Kazutora, Mitsuya, Pah. I was so useless, right? I was supposed to be the one to guide everyone as the smartest. But it looks like I couldn't put myself to good use. I hope that I can make it up by getting rid of the one who ruined our Toman.

I'll be leaving now... Goodbye.

And... Thank you..."

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-End-

I'M JUST KIDDING!! 

Tadaa! I hope you guys enjoyed this, cause I was crying while typing, but to be fair, it was like 3 am while I was doing this

Also, if you're wondering how (Y/N) got Kisaki, he was staying in one of (Y/N)'s hotels, the audacity 🙄🙄, so she got her allies to drug him and kidnap him

And also, I want you to guess who said the last line in the picture :)

And yes, I did give up on drawing Mikey's eyes. Drawing his tattoo in one of the sketches made me go through an internal crisis.

If anyone's wondering, the thing written on the tomb is 'Myoji' literally meaning last name. And also the flowers represent friendship(yellow roses), loyalty(scilla), purity(lily of the valley), and family(lilac) 

[my therapist knows your name]

Also, here's another version of the final message. But it was kinda meh. But now that I compare the two...

[Does this imply that y/n died??? There's a hand taking her and Kashi away from Mikey. K1??? KAZU??? AYO BITCH EXPLAIN]