"I will not join your gang!"
(Some excerpts from chapters 7-8 of my fic 'Kitty cat run run run' featuring Hanma and MC absolute wild first encounter, and to MC dismay not last)
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"A brawl? On the day of the festival. . ." Draken slowly stood up, swaying from side to side. And now what does this fool plan on doing?! He can't possibly go back and fight against 100 people that are out for his head! ". . .gotta my blood pumping!" He smirked, rubbing his wrists "Oi dude! Don't even think about it! Now you stay out of this shit so I can go home!" your words were, however, completely ignored when, after a war cry, everyone immediately ran toward each other, kicking and punching the nearest person.
In the confusion, Takemichi inevitably ended up losing Draken "Oh no!" he panicked, snapping his head around, in hopes of locating the stronger boy "Michi! This way" he felt someone grab his wrist and tugging in a direction, his blue-eyes fell on you and he could feel relief wash over his body. His Compass is here, he will be able to easily find Draken this way!
Just as you pushed your way through the crowd, avoiding punches and kickes, you suddenly caught a movement in the corner of your eye, letting go of Michi and lifting your arms you were just in time to block a kick "Oh my. You looked weaker" an older boy mocked, cracking his nuckles. "Ah? So you are so much of a coward to go for the weakers?" you rubbed your wrists, taking a fighting stance.
"Michi, you go. Draken is in that way" you pushed him behind you, earning a protest from the blonde "Are you sure!? You don't- " with a kick of your heel on his shin, you pushed him on going "Just go Michi, for fuck sake! This dude punches like a baby in confront of Baji!" Looking at you confident smile he nodded in determination, running away to save Draken "You will regret this, weakling" the Moebius guy cracked his neck and you lifted your fists "We will see"
You haven't really fought in a brawl before now, it always has been you sparring with Baji or picking a fight with some drunk asshole. It was your first time participating in a gang fight and you can't believe you are doing all of this for Draken.
You blocked a punch, feeling the skin of your arms irritate before you sucked the air through teeth and kneed the guy in the stomach, he coughed, doubling over and giving you the opening to grab his hair and punch his face, letting him fall to the ground. You breathed heavily, feeling blood drip down from your lips and knuckles. This dude was out cold, this is your occasion to drag Draken out of this hell hole. You are pretty sure he has a concussion and you will be damned if you let Emma soon to be boyfriend, die in a freaking parking lot!
"This suck" you muttered only to suddenly feel a sucker punch on your stomach "Yo, Toman' shit!" a giant laughed, clapping his hands as if this was the funniest shit ever "I'm not... with Toman. . .you fucker" you groaned, holding your stomach "Dont Care" he was about to crush your skull on the ground, when out of nowhere blonde locks entered your vision and someone blocked the punch "Chifuyu..." you muttered in relief "Is everything alright? Still holding up?" you nodded your head, wiping away the blood from your chin "Let's get home alive" he smirked, going back to throw fists with you watching his back and making sure no one would play dirty and pull a knife.
You were about to try your luck again and reach Draken, when you only had the time to notice a kick threw in your way and block it at the last second, sending you down on the ground, you heard Chifuyu shout your name "My, on my" a jolly voice reached you ears and you just had the time to lift yourself before someone's face was inches away from yours "What do we have here? You are a new face In Toman" It was the giraffe! What was his name? Haha? No. Hamster? Nha. Hanma? Yes! That was this madman's name! "Ah, how about we talk, Stalker-chin? <3"
Are you about to fight this batshit insane teenager?! No wait-
What did he call you?!
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To recap everything you failed to do: You failed to stay home warm and dry, you failed to stay out of Toman's business, you failed to stop Draken from continuing to fight with a bleeding head, you failed to not get caught in a gang fight, and you failed to not attract the attention of a psychopath.
Man. . .you suck at keeping promises to yourself.
"Now, now, I'm pretty sure your target is Mikey, so how about you go over there and engage in an epic battle between you two monsters?" You could have easily taken your average middle schooler who wants to throw punches left and right but you're not going to take on whatever this giraffe is. Did you see how he easily stopped Manjiro's kick?! What the hell do you hope to do!?
But Hanma didn't seem to have any initiative, as you were silently begging in thirty languages, to leave you alone and waltz away. Quite the opposite! "Oh? What's up? Are you not up for a conversation? Would you rather we fight instead? Not that I'd mind, I'm always up for a good dance" he laughed, running a hand through his wet hair and showing off his tattoo almost proudly "Nope, I'd rather not see your face in the first place" you quickly waved your hand in front of your face with a blank expression.
And while your taunt would usually enrage whoever was in front of you, that fact that by now you should've learned that no one here was your definition of normal, was yet to be engraved completely in your mind. Especially since our dear giraffe here, instead of getting mad, lowly chuckled "Amusing <3"
To say that your expression quickly shifted into a disguted/disturbed one in under a millisecond was an understatement. You physically recoiled "Totally not what I'm trying to be" you took a step back just as he stepped foward.
"Oi jackass! Get a fight with one of your level" Chifuyu, bless his heart, was still in the area where you were and before you knew it, he tried to take on the giant that was Hanma. He felt a little guilty that you were dragged into such a mess even though you were not one of their members. The taller teenager easily avoided the blonde’s hits, looking a bit annoyed by the interruption "Tch, and now what the hell do you want?" Despite not landing any hits he was still being able to push Hanma away from you.
"Go Chifuyu! Go!" You cheered, elbowing a random guy in face before he could try and hit you. However once you lifted your gaze your eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of your best friend's body laying on the concrete visibly in pain and while clunching his stomach. Are you kidding me!? He was supposed to be your damn ticket to escaping. And worst of all? No sight of the giraffe anywhere! What!? You just took off your eyes for a second, you swear!
"Join Valhalla" you recognized his jolly voice somewhere on your right and you instinctively lifted your arms just in time to block a hit once again. The blow was still horrendously painful and for a second you swear you heard something crack "Wh–" Another kick didn’t leave you the thought of lowering your defenses "Someone able to track down any enemy with just a photo and their senses alone? Ahah! Imagine how easy it would be to find out and punish traitors and other gang leaders! No one would dare to try and hide!" Hanma kept hitting you, not giving you the time to beath "Because there would be no point!"
Valhalla. . .this name is new, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out that it's just another gang. The thing that scares you the most, though, is how someone like Hanma knew about your peculiar ability. You're certainly not one to show off, especially since you don't use it often. The only ones who know about it are your friends . . .and Toman. Did one of the boys tell Hanma? Did Mikey let it slip? Peh-ya?
"Eyes here" if you reacted a second later your head most likely would have been smashed again concrete. Despite this you were finally able to create a bit of distance from the giraffe, who looked satisfied with the dance you two just had "He said that you will be an important asset to crush Toman and I can't help but starting to understand it, so! Why won't you join us Stalker-chin!" He spread his arms with that same crazy smile in his face, eyes full of twisted joy and excitement.
"Don't call me that" you breathed out, feeling your arms burn. . .most likely already painted in beautiful bruises "Uh?" Hanma grinned, tilting his head to the side "That horrendous nickname. . .only Mikey can call me that. It's his damn nickname, find one better" you narrowed your eyes at his stupid smile "And you can forget about me joining your dumb gang! Not now, not ever" this just prompted a low "Ah?" from the back of the taller male "I know that you are most likely disgustingly loyal to Toman bu–"
"You are wrong"
That made him stop, curiously lifting an eyebrow at your sudden words "I'm not with Toman in the first place, I'm not in a gang in the first place and I intend for it to remain like this" you doubt that this would stop him in any way but you hope that by being stubborn enough he would soon get tired of chasing you and forget about this stupid thing. After all, how important could it might be your skill in the first place?
"Then how you got here?" He leaned foward, making you take a step back "A series of bad decisions" this guy really gives you the creeps, you can't understand what's going on behind those insane eyes and it was driving you up to a wall "Does that mean that you are up for the grabs?"
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"Fuck no!? I'm not some sort of abandoned puppy you can pick up from the side of the road, you damn giraffe!" Your eyes twitched, a vein popping on your forehead because UH!? What the hell was his damn problem!? No way you were seriously able to dig yourself a grave so early on with attracting HIS attention out of everyone! Shit! You weren't even suppose to be here!
"Alright then" Hanma chuckled, cracking his neck and in just a second your intuition screamed at you that you were in danger. In an awfully lot of danger! "I will just have to beat you up until you accept it, pretty face <3" he loudly declared, pulling off some type of unhinge smile followed by a laugh. You could clearly see how much he was waiting for an occasion to just release whatever pent up energy he had Fucking crazy giraffe. . .
"Wait!" You lifted your bruised arms just as he was about to swing a hit. Hanma stopped, lifting an eyebrow. Was it that easy to make you change your mind? Shame. He hoped to have some more fun before forcibly drag you into his gang. Showing how he is not someone to be messed with, you know? Making sure you wouldn't pull up some sort o backstabbing tendency, no matter how much you were amusing.
"Because we start shredding each others to pieces" you started, feeling your heart beating widly in your chest, as if it was about to tore through your flesh and skin. The rain softly hit your soaked clothes, damping even more your wet hair "I once met a man who revealed to me the secret of winning every single fight, no matter how strong my opponent might be" Hanma said nothing, just looked at you with that stupid smile of his, extremely amused by your little story.
"He called it some sort of family secret technique" you continued, flashing him a determined smile, while taking a fighting stance, spreading your legs, raising your arms and closing your fists "And that is–" suddenly you turned around and sprinted through the thick crowd of teenagers beating eachothers to a pulp.
"To run away!"
Hanma blinked in midly disbelief, expecting most likely anything but you ditching him mid fight. ". . .Uh?" It honestly left him quite flabbergasted and taken aback, before a sudden laugh bubbled in his throat and spilled out of his lips, act worth of the most messed up villain in cinema's history. The Joker is nothing in confront. "Why are you running away right at the best moment? Have I scared you?" He was about to start the chase when his path was suddenly blocked by someone, making him tch in a mixture of annoyance and amusement once his eyes clashed with two void like ones.
"Mikey. . ."
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