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Yuuto swore himself years ago to not go back to his feminine behaviour when he started wearing leather on his back, proudly announcing Hornet Poison on his back as if it was his life’s motto. And surely, one way or another it was his motto. Japanese hornets were one of the most poisonous animals on that island -- they were more aggressive than your regular hornets overseas in America and Europe, they were larger and an actual threat to other animals (and humans). They were territorial and vicious. If anything, he was proud to call himself a hornet like that -- they looked like bugs, but they had it inside of them to fight. And that’s exactly how the black-haired boy was. All the while he was counting on Ashikiba and Doubashi, there were things that only an influential figure could manage to do, someone with more power than a rookie-gang could have.

Usually, other gangs were very dismissive of rookies, unless they’d join their gang. To have a rookie gang form itself as a rival was outrageous, almost bratty. But that was just his style -- he was not expecting kindness from anyone, Arakita surely was distrusting of him, while Midousuji would only cooperate if it meant to have any profit out of it -- Imaizumi didn’t want anything to do with a rookie gang when he tried to find a foot in his current one... and not in his wildest dreams did he imagine that one of the top four ranking gangs was actually out there to have his back: no other than Wild Fangs. 

Naruko Shoukichi, a small man with the soul of a tiger lurking underneath; nobody should underestimate him, really. And Yuuto was the last one to actually go out of his way to do such outrageous things, he was more than thankful that the man was always there to look out for him and his gang, give them a little push, share territories and jobs. It was a nice way of getting on your on two legs and start to learn how to walk. Nobody was able to teach themselves how to walk as a child, they’d always need a parental figure in their life for such a thing, isn’t it so?

But as much as he swore himself to leave behind all these cute and effeminate things, something inside of him was just prodding against the back of his head, like a restless drum, when it came to said redhead. If he didn’t know any better, he was more than just idolising the man, really. And it was easy to tell by the way he was using make-up in order to make his face appear more appealing, more feminine and less rough than he’d allow himself to appear when he was out there for mere business. As much as this was a business meeting, the long-lash-mascara and glossy lips said otherwise. Surely, he was able to get a look that would not scream ‘girly’ ---- after all, he had the experience with make-up to make himself look androgynous if anything. But even Ashikiba took note of that behaviour. 

“Aren’t you going to meet Makishima...?” -- “Naruko is his name.” -- “Ah, yes... yes... Naruko. So... why are you putting on mascara?” -- “It’s my war paint...” -- “HAH? A-Are you going to fight with Naruko? I thought he was our friend...?!?!” -- “Haha... you’re gullible, Kiba...” -- “Basshi! Basshi!? I think Yuuto-chan wants to fight Naruko?!”

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“You’re really reckless, Naruko... you can’t expect me to work my magics each and every time you show me such a fuck up...”

It was not the first time that Kanzaki was expected to fix a trashed motorcycle with sheer willpower. Sure, Arakita had been one of the reckless riders, but Shoukichi was up there as well. 

Taking a look at the engine, he had to scratch the back of his head.

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Oh boy, was he riled up. Ever since that whole Makishima-Toudou incident, he did some research of his own ---- and to his shock, that green-haired freak no longer was part of the gang he belonged to previously, but to his surprise he actually swapped over to the renowned Wild Fangs. That meant one thing for sure: trouble.

As he roamed the street eagerly to mess someone up, more agitated than ever before, he was looking around for a familiar redhead. Going around the usual routes, poking around, snooping around, he could’ve as well let someone else take this task, but Yasutomo prided himself in going all out on that bastard himself. He really did respect Shoukichi -- don’t get him wrong -- as much as he had his feuds and friendships with Machimiya and Ishigaki, he respected the smaller guy for his guts and whatnot. But to snoop around another gang’s business like that?! That was a no-go, a faux-pas, it was like going against unwritten rules!!! Heinous, to be honest. It was as if the man lost all respect he had for that guy in mere seconds.

Entering a bar where he knew that guy would hang out, a few customers saw Yasutomo and decided to pay for their drinks and leave instantly ---- he was feared that’s for sure --- more so when he looked like he was ready to bash someone’s face into the next bar stool. Scanning around, he finally saw that familiar spiky hairstyle, moving his hand to rub over his mouth as if he was preparing himself for the next best hit. 

“Yo... you little rat.” He called out as he was moving forward to him, some people scattering around as they were scared that Arakita was talking to them, once he stood behind the guy, he pushed him around by his shoulder violently, grabbing the collar of his leather jacket and almost lifting him out of his seat, nose-on-nose with the fellow gang leader.

 “YOU LITTLE STINKY RAT, WHAT’S IT YOUR BUSINESS LETTING SOMEONE SNOOP AROUND ABOUT MY GANG, HAH??? WHAT’S IT TO YOU??? WHAT HAPPENED TO GANG CODE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT?”

Lifting him up the and pressing him against the bar counter, he heard the bartender call for security, ready to get kicked out, but nonetheless he shook him in a manner to bang the back of his head against the counter. 

“Red... mhmm... who was that, who was that...” The tall male muttered, clearly thinking about the person’s name. “I’ve heard of this person with crazy hair-colours... AH! YES!!!”

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While the boy was roaming the city in his usual lolita-get-up, he was not looking for anything special, really ---- just having a good time. 

Yuuto decided it was time for some shopping -- nothing was better therapy than buying loads and loads of cute things, no matter if they were clothes, charms, plushies, make-up or decora, he would find anything to brighten his mood and feel more girly than ever. Of course, there were girls and boys alike commenting his outfit, the girls mostly took pictures of/with him, while the boys were staring at him in a manner as if they wanted to talk to him and make a move ---- it was good that none of them actually questioned his sex/gender, they’d just go with the most plausible thing and accepted it. That’s all he wanted.

“Mhm...” Looking through the shelves at the convenient store, he was looking for his brands of make-up, though picking some basic things as well like soap and deodorant, the black-haired boy couldn’t seem to find one product he fancied to have. Moving along to the next aisle, he guessed that he might as well just go and look around for more items before he was heading to the next store... he was not strictly wanting to buy certain things, it was just making himself feel good to spend money on goods. 

As he moved to the next aisle, he saw a man crouching and looking at products. Not paying too much attention what products he was looking for or at, he merely looked at him from afar at first: he looked kind of cute. The red flashy hair, the serious expression on his face, the leather jacket?! Moving around to stand behind him (still with some distance), it was clear to him now: the jacket literally said ‘Wild Fangs’ -- and even though Yuuto was not big on gang knowledge itself, everyone had heard of the Wild Fangs alongside with Lone Wolves!!! But in actuality, he pictured the members to look more like creepy stalkers and sex offenders (for some reason?) ---- instead, he was faced with a handsome guy?! Whew...! What a day!!! 

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“Hey, lookin’ lonely tonight.” 

Yuuto hardly reacted to the stranger talking to her -- she merely kept on walking. Surely, her sister told her about certain areas of town to avoid (especially because her sister knew a fair share of delinquents and where they were residing this late at night), but on the other hand, she was not rabbit-hearted unlike Hayato ---- and neither was she willing to walk around areas and arriving home even later simply to avoid danger or conflict. If anything, that kind of conflict was something she lived for.

Once the man stood next to her, grabbing her shoulder to catch her attention, she swung her bag right in his face as hard as she could. “You’ll keep on looking lonely yourself if you don’t stop and look elsewhere for company, punk.” 

The man knew his limits -- and perhaps also did not want to pick a fight with a girl -- though, things like that didn’t matter to the younger Shinkai. She could defend herself if needed, there were rare occasions where she really needed help from others, but truth be told, she’d usually be the one to help her older sister out of weird situations. 

All the while she kept on walking down the dimly lit street, she noticed a figure standing under one of the street lights -- a redhead. Averting her gaze directly in front of her instead, she meant to make the other feel invisible if anything. Surely, someone with flashy hair like that would hate to get ignored by anyone. Though, it surprised her as he had directed his attention towards her, calling out to her. ‘What now?’ She thought in an annoying manner inside of her head, though looking at him while she awaited the reason for him to bluntly start a conversation (of some sorts) with her. 

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Usually, Tooji knew his limits when it came to the booze... just tonight was not his night, apparently. Piss-drunk, he kept on wailing, he needed Naruko to give him a lift home. Sure, he could’ve just used the train, but Yakuza had to keep a low profile at all time -- using public transportation was not low profile, and being in a drunken state such as himself at the moment, he would only endanger himself and his fellow man. And while the organisation could care less if he was kidnapped and drowned, they cared a lot about themselves and their own asses as he had learnt the hard way years ago when he obtained the injury of his lifetime. 

Riding shotgun, he first gestured wildly and gave the impression of being his jolly self, cracking jokes and being light-hearted as ever. Though, steadily, he reached his point and he knew that it was all but a mask in order to hide his true feelings. The guilt, the remorse, the failure, the disappointment, all of the negative feelings bottled up so tightly, they eventually found a way to peek out like a curious cat would, and it choked him up. Kanzaki became quiet as he sat next to the redhead in his car, staring out of the windshield. There was only one thing racing through his head right now.

                                                                 Her. 

                                                             Just her. 

The man closed his eyes and leaned his head back, feeling tears well up as he attempted to calm himself down: how could a guilty man stand face-to-face with a woman like Ishigaki? How could a failure like himself meet eye-to-eye with her? A cripple, as Yasutomo put so kindly, a good-for-nothing and a waste of oxygen. 

As he looked down at his own hands, he felt tears dripping down onto his own palms, eventually, he ruffled his own hair and panted in order to calm himself down -- but to no avail. “Man, Naruko, I don’t even fuckin’ know anymore... it fuckin’ hurts man...” He blurted out suddenly, sobbing as he hid his face against his arm, leaning against the car’s door for support as if he meant to scurry away and hide his identity. “Fuck man! Fuck!!!” Slamming his fist against the leather of the door, he shook his head. “When I see her face, I think of the shit I had to do for Arakita, they were just innocent people, man...!” Completely leaving out the information that he also took care of criminals and tortured them, all that was filling his brain now was Koutarou and nothing else. 

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Ever since that whole Imaizumi incident, a good week or maybe two had passed. During that time, Yuuto made sure to avoid Naruko’s presence at all cost. He even went as far as to tell Doubashi and Ashikiba to lie about him not being at the base if the man were to drop by, asking for him... and whenever he had seen the man down the street, he’d simply walk the opposite direction. It sucked, really. The countless nights he lied in bed sobbing like a child about this whole ordeal. 

This was not fair. It really wasn’t.

The past was supposed to remain in the past, and even if he enjoyed a few girly things still, so what?! Nobody had written a code where it said that all Bousouzokus had to be the manliest pieces of shit. And even so... Imaizumi surely would not fit that description, going around sending mass messages about his lolita pictures to everyone involved in the community. That was not what a man did, that clearly was the act of a coward.

Though, as he was on the streets, minding his own business, he was texting Ashikiba in order to keep up with the man’s work (though he did not reply, thus he presumed that he had forgotten to charge the battery again!) -- though, while he was so busy looking at his phone, he missed a chance to notice a man approaching him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder; shock was written all over Shinkai’s face and he was ready to pull a knife, though once he turned to look, it was no other than the red-bean Naruko.