Mikey shoved a plantain in his move, his cheeks puffing as he slowly chewed.

" So? Are they gonna say something about it?"

" Ah hell naw Manji—you on some next games mode."

Swallowing the food, and closing the container before Chantel could grab a plantain—Mikey huffed.

" I don't see why it's a big deal. This is my organization, I gave them the spots, your my friend. Therefore, I can make new arrangements."

" —And keep your claws off my food."

Chantel scoffed, putting her chin in her hand.

" I can just tell they don't like me already. I can literally just tell."

Mikey looked at her with a raised brow,

“ Since when did you care who liked you?"

That was a valid question that had Chantel pausing. She really didn't care. She never cares about peoples opinion on her—and sometimes, it was a bad thing. But this was like a work area. As far as Chantel was concerned, all of those men looked close. Despite how they all scrambled to their own little area in the meeting room.

It looked like they all respectfully knew where each other sat.

Like Sanzu. How he immediately came to stand beside Mikey, because that's where he usually stood.

—Only for Mikey to ask whether or not Chantel wanted to be the new person to stand beside him.

It was crazy to think that she could've took away Sanzu's standing area with one answer. And now it feels awkward that she can take away peoples place with her answers.

Like Kakucho, the number 3.

" Well, no—but still." That was all Chantel could respond with.

There was a small rasp in her voice as she answered in English. Mikey's ears perked up at the familiar sound of her English voice. It was deep and raspy, but still sounded feminine. Unlike Chantel when she spoke Japanese—her voice was unnecessarily high.

" But what?" Mikey asked back in English.

This was how he used to speak with Emma and Chantel. Both girls English speaking, and from America.

" You don't need to talk to them. You can just stick around me, like we used to."

Something about Mikey's words made Chantel feel weird in her stomach.

That's right, she spoke to herself. Back when all I knew was Touman and I wandered around Shibuya like a tourist.

Back when Mikey used to act like he was Chantel's tour guide. Ice cream in her hand as he spoke to her with natural enthusiasm in his voice. That dumb smile he used to wear all the time. His childish antics.

Those days were over, and gone. Along with her feelings for Manjiro.

" That was before." She found herself answering. " That was before this became.... this."

Mikey stopped chewing, staring at Chantel in silence for about 15 seconds.

" What do you mean?"

Chantel frowned. " You know what I mean."

Mikey swallowed the food slowly. Did he? Did he really know what Chantel was talking about? As far as Mikey remembered, their relationship hasn't changed. Despite her moving away, Chantel simply had nothing to loose. Therefore she didn't drift away from Mikey.

There was never a gap between Mikey and Chantel. Not now, not ever.

Mikey tilted his head to move his hair out of his face. " We're still friends right? Not much has changed theses last years for us."

" Lots has changed Mikey."

Mikey didn't often—In fact, he never worried about friendships. Since he damn near cut all of them off years ago. All but Chantel's. Why? He doesn't know. He believed that she was the only bit of normal he felt from his childhood.

A time in his life that he battled to have no memories from. For the best reasons anyways. But this feeling of confusion that Mikey felt from Chantel's words, made him question a lot of things.

" Hm." This was all he managed to say in response.

Despite how Mikey's mind raced with questions and confusion, he managed to keep his intellectual thoughts blanketed by his facial expression. Was Chantel mad at him?

She peeked over at him. Now a days, no one ever knew what he was thinking. And it sucked that Chantel was bunched with the group that remains clueless.

" I shouldn't feel guilty." Chantel mumbled after a while. " That pinky thinks he knows you best. Well he doesn't."

Mikey peeked over at Chantel, his eye brow raised as he stopped chewing again.

Huh? Is she talking about Sanzu?

" They just love seeing you be violent you know? They don't give a fucking damn about you bro! If they did, if they fucking did—which they don't! They wouldn't allow you to be like this Manji!" Chantel couldn't help the words that fell from her mouth.

Mikey stared down at the ground below him, his face expressionless as his mind swarmed with different thoughts. Ever since they were young, Mikey always cared about Chantel, and vice versa.

She was a foreigner that spoke good Japanese for her age, and she had weird yet pretty eyes. Like his old friends, she always stayed with him. When he got violent, she didn't scold him at all. In fact, she kinda just sat back—only getting involved sometimes. Because Chantel wasn't a good girl either.

Especially when she turned 16.

Mikey turned to look at her, " Why didn't you say something before?"

Chantel let her shoulders sulk, feeling her eyes begin to ache. It was like her way of preparing to submit to her emotions.

" I don't know. But things have changed Mikey. Things have changed..."

It was quiet for a moment after Chantel's final words. Declaring that she was correct. Things have changed. She never spoke up about it, but Chantel was certain that everyone in their right mind—whether you saw Mikey in person or not, would know that he has changed. Her break to New York was a escape from Japan. —From all of the chaos that continued on from something that they started in their early teen years. The people that she once knew have been replaced. Kicked aside and thrown to the very back of the burner.

For these people to come in.

For Sanzu to treat himself as Draken's number two. A replacement.

For Kakucho; who Chantel recalls being Izana's loyal, and undoubted best friend—to seek for a leader in Mikey. To look at Mikey like he was Izana all over again.

For Kokonoi, who didn't seem that bad in todays meeting—to come in and take advantage of Mikey's mental problems. Using it as a way to make his fucking money because he's a creep who dwells on history.

And for the others who know that Mikey will never go back into his old days—to join under his wing to continue this profession.

It was like Mikey had allowed himself to become someone totally different, and submit to darkness. To his insane thoughts that Chantel was highly aware of.

Chantel almost scoffed at the fact that she even felt guilty in the slightest—for taking their positions.

" Well," Mikey broke the silence. " We plan on holding another meeting today. Hopefully by than you'll have your decision made Chantel..."

Rising to her feet, Chantel fixed her jacket.

" Bro I already know my answer."

Chantel's hand unconsciously came up to touch her tatted cheek. Her acrylic fingers tracing the words " Love Scars" on her cheek.

Mikey watched her actions with a neutral gaze. The tight pink top Chantel wore with the baggy pants, the hair that almost reached her waist, then the tattoos that covered her hands. It all described Chantel. Despite the unknown meaning behind most of the permanent ink.

Mikey watched.

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" I've decided that I'm going to be Mikey's Right Hand Woman."

Chantel's voice rang through the meeting room firmly. It was like she had made a statement. Not willing, or open to hear opinions—for they won't change her decision.

She could practically feel the way the air shifted as Ran Haitani let out a small chuckle. Shaking his head that rested in his palms with a lazy grin.

He and Rindou had guessed it.

Sanzu's fist tightened as he lowered his head. This bitch had to be joking.

Sanzu was still the Number Two of Bonten. But that was the problem. Chantel was the Right Hand Woman—which meant she would be near Mikey all day, and all the time. That was her new job.

But Sanzu already did those things.

Sanzu felt himself heating up at the thought of being away from Mikey. Chantel becoming Mikey's right hand made her have more authority, despite Sanzu having " Number Two" in his name. He kept his title, but it felt like his authority and main job had been snatched from him.

Chantel was the Right Hand.

That held more power over Number Two.

Seeing that no one had anything to say, Chantel continued.

" I decided this on my own, and actually, not too long after the meeting."

She couldn't help it. With every word, she sounded more like a bitch.

Oh well.

" I, Chantel—also look the part too."

Sanzu scoffed. " Look the part? Don't make me laugh!”

Chantel's brows furrowed together, recoiling her neck as her lips curled up into a stank face.

" Excuse me—"

" You have Tattoos all over your hands. Not to mention, that big one on your cheek." Kakucho pointed out before she could respond.

Mikey raised a brow at the obvious observation. Not to be bias on his half... but Mikey was sure that none of them looked the part as a Right Hand.

" Okay? I don't see how that's a problem. Half of you niggas look like you caught a rude deffoz by your mums with those big ass scars. Or you got shitty hair—so I don't want to hear it."

Chantel had managed to mix Japanese, AAVEE, and speak English all at once.

Mikey resisted the urge to smirk as he practically understood every word she had just said. Yet they remained looking clueless to the terms she used, as Chantel had switched languages too fast—with a weird accent on top.

" Your clothes." Rindou added despite the confusion in the room.

Now....Chantel preferred Rindou Haitani when he was on mute.

Her eyes fell on Rindou with a brow raised daringly. " I can wear a suit and look better then all of you guys combined."

Sanzu abruptly turned to Mikey.

" Mikey—Boss! This is a joke right?! This has to be a joke!"

Chantel let out a breath as she herself turned to a relaxed Mikey—who now had all the attention on him.

"A joke?" Mikey raised a brow. " Why would I joke at a time like this? Chantel is my dear friend, so she's choosing her position."

Mikey shrugged his shoulders, like his words were the most simplest thing.

Chantel nodded her head in agreement. " Yeah. I don't see what's so hard to comprehended?"

Moving her hair out her face, Chantel continued with her gaze upwards and her head lowered.

“Sanzu and Kakucho still have their spots y'know. I just have a new spot! Totally fair."

Mikey nodded his head. " Everyone's Position is still intact. Kakucho remains number 3, and Sanzu remains number 2."

Sanzu's eyes went over Chantel for a moment. A crazed gaze that screamed negative thoughts, and psychopath.

Chantel raised her chin.

Chantel held his stare, her eyes lowering. The haunting blue to her eyes made her look more scary. Like the colour of fragile oceans, but a colour that gave off dead and exorcist vibes....

If Sanzu had something to say, Chantel believed that he should say it now and get it over with.

That applied to everyone else too.

Sanzu broke the eye contact slowly, looking towards Mikey who was seated behind her.

" So what would do I do now as Number Two, Boss?"

Mikey mulled over the question. Humming thoughtfully as he tapped his fingers on beat. He shrugged, ending his train of thought.

" I don't know. What you've always been doing."

" I'm always around you." Sanzu quickly responded. " But now Channel is your Right Hand..."

" Chantel."

" Chantel, Channel. Isn't it the same thing? Just a knock off of that brand?" Sanzu grinned, obviously pissed.

Chantel narrowed her eyes at Sanzu. " That's as dumb as me saying all Korean names are the same."

" Can we stop arguing like children?" Kakucho butted in before Sanzu could reply.

Ran let out a small chuckle, shifting his posture to a new one. " I don't know. I'm kind of enjoying this,"

" Like I was saying before this bitch interrupted me." Sanzu emphasized.

" Call me a bitch again, and I'll beat your ass."

Sanzu found Chantel's words hilarious, as he began to laugh like a manic.

" You'll beat my ass?" He questioned with a insane smile.

Chantel nodded her head cooly. " Yup. I'll beat your ass. That goes for all of you."

Kokonoi huffed along with Takeomi—who stared at Chantel like she was insane.

" You'll beat all of our asses?" Kokonoi repeated, but with a tone that asked Chantel to rethink her declaration.

" Even with the Boss right there?" Mochi spoke up for the first time.

Chantel nodded her head simply. " Yes. I don't need Manji's validation. You call me a bitch, or even try in the slightest to make me feel bellow you—and I'll beat your ass."

Chantel nodded her head daringly. " Seriously. Call me a bitch again so I can fuck you up."

The room was silent, mostly because the Executives were waiting for Mikey to respond to Chantel's delirious words.

But he remained quiet. Unmoving with a small smirk on his face.

Sano Manjiro knew Chantel wasn't lying. She was more then capable of beating a guy 2x bigger than her. Chantel despised when men referred to women in general as, "bitches". It was one of her many pet peeves. There's something about it that irked her, depending on how it was used in a certain context.

There's certain men that use derogatory words to describe women for fun and games. Refusing to call women everything else but women.

Mikey recalls when Chantel beat the shit out of a guy for referring to his baby sister as a. " slut" and "bitch", in the same sentence. Then she proceed to call Mikey and explain the situation. He was riled up, only to arrive and see the guy knocked unconscious.

Chantel inhaled a deep breath.

" Anyways," she excused herself. " Sanzu your job is still in tact, so I'm not sure about why you're complaining."

" So what's my part then? Be specific."

Chantel hesitated, looking at her tatted hands as she shrugged. " This isn't classroom chores. Ask Mikey or something..."

Hopefully no one could tell that she too didn't know the answer.

Mikey finally stood up, getting everyone's attention as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

" I don't understand the confusion," he started.

" Sanzu you're acting like you've been de bunked. You haven't. Chantel has simply become my Right Hand. Why? Because I said so. Because I make the rules. She's my right hand—my most functioning and busy Executive. Sanzu, Kakucho, your tasks remain the same."

Mikey narrowed his eyes at the Executives in front of him. " So quit looking at Chantel like she stole your positions."

Chantel couldn't help the way her eyes glinted over smugly. Her blue orbs reflecting incredible mischief. Practically sticking her tongue out at them when her lips curled up into a smirk.

Mikey inhaled a breath. " That concludes todays meeting. We'll push todays topic over to tomorrow."

Mikey peaked over at Chantel, seeing the smug look on her face as she stared down at the flat-faced men. Mikey was going to get real comfortable with her presence by his side again. And maybe, just maybe, they can rekindle the relationship they had during Toumans days.

During their days as Bosozoku.

A part of Mikey—a part of him that he didn't even know he still had. Or didn't even know he still kept—believed Chantel's words more than anything.

Yes—Mikey is thankful for Sanzu's loyalty and constant presence. But there is no denying that Sanzu was Mikey's tempter.

From always being behind him with the maniacal glint in his eyes, from how he got hyped when Mikey lost his cool. From how he cheered Mikey on when he beat men to death with his bare fist. How Sanzu adored the impulse that Mikey's been battling since his younger days. —Since he first unleashed it on Sanzu.

Chantel was right.

Mikey's signs of eye bags, anorexia, and worsening Bi-Polar behavior—has gotten worse. There was no Sanzu to help him with these new problems. Only watching as his appearance alone lightly pushed him in the direction of the dark.

Down the path that Mikey believed he was destined to be on. And he really wasn't.

To Mikey's own surprise, he didn't feel mad when Chantel implied that no one cared about him.

That his Executives didn't care.

He found himself being quiet about it. Taking in Chantel's words with slow bites. Digesting her words slowly.

She doesn't have anyone, and has forged her own path. That's the Chantel Mikey once knew, and knows to this day.

Love Scars

To this day, Mikey isn't sure what that tattoo meant. And why had Chantel decided to put it on her cheek? Why not keep it covered?

Not for the sake of being rejected from stores, but for the sake of her own sanity.

Mikey was sure that with Chantel—a healthier and true friend by his side—he could re write some chapters of his story.

From now on at least.

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