Things sucked for me no matter how I thought it. I was a foreigner where I was from and a foreigner where I am now. Didn't matter how you looked at it, I was always on the outskirts of things. Never really thought that I could have a place to belong.
My dad had us move back to Japan after my mom had passed away. It was just he and I those days. We didn't have much, but we had a roof over our heads and food on the table. He worked a regular nine to five job while I worked part time at the local market on the weekends. We weren't living in a world of luxury but we were comfortable with our lives.
I had just turned fifteen when everything started to change in my life. I started a new school, and just like before, I was seen as an outcast even among the outcast. You may think, Oh this is another I'm not like the other girls kind of story, and to that I'll say go fuck yourself. I was walking around in a sea of well-mannered all-girls school with tattoos on my arms and several piercings in my ears. I was surrounded by girls who held up their noses like stuck up bitches. So ya, I was not like the other girls in my school.
Eventually there would be days in the first month where I would skip school entirely because I hated being there so much. I told my father several times that I wanted out, but he insisted that it's what I needed. Eventually he kept saying that I was lashing out at him and things were getting worse since my mother died. I stopped caring at that point. It felt like he was going to be against me no matter what I did.
After the biggest argument I ever had with my father I remember storming out the house and walking to the nearest park. My heart was broken and I felt alone for the first time in a long time. We weren't even well into the new school year yet and already I want to give up on everything. I cried hard and loud. It drew the attention of some punks nearby. Of course here I was still in my uniform crying on the stupid swing set.
"Hey there girlie. I know one thing that would make everything better," one of the guys out of the group of four said.
"Fuck off loser," I said wiping away my tears.
He leaned grabbing a hold of the chain, "What was that? I didn't quite hear you?"
I leaned in closer to his ear and shouted, heavily annunciating each word, "Fuck…off…loser."
In that instant he grabbed my hair and threw me onto the gravel. The guys around him didn't hesitate to laugh at the sickening sight. Here I was lying on the ground being tormented but some jerk offs I didn't even know. Before I could even do anything that's when he came. In a quick instant he came jumping over me and decking the guy square in the face. It was so fast and efficient that I couldn't quite figure it out. He was dressed in a grey hoody and black pants, so I didn't get a good look at him as he fought the guy.
Looking around I saw two small girls and the three other guys who were eager to gang up on this mystery guy. Piecing two and two together, I was able to figure out that he must have been here with his sisters and saw me get yanked down to the ground. I darted towards the two girls and held out my arms. I knew this wasn't going to be good, so I wanted them to get out of harm's way as much as possible. But at the same time I knew I couldn't just leave their brother alone. After all he was fighting those guys for my sake. I hid the girls behind a tree and told them to stay here until everything was over.
Without even thinking any further I could feel the blood boiling under my skin as all of my rage from earlier in the day were getting to me. It was like my body was moving before I was really thinking of it. I sprinted towards the group as I watched the brother dodge and move around them. He was holding off on his own, but he wasn't going to last much longer just by himself. Besides, I wanted to end things quick.
I ran up to the nearest guy with a fist ready at the go. With a swing to his jaw, I felt my fist make contact rattling his brain. I turned to the next guy sending a blow of my knee into his gut. The adrenaline was high in me. It was exhilarating. Swing and a hit, kick and blow. One by one all of my hits were making contact. I didn't pay much attention to the other guy I was with until our backs met. I turned my head to see him with a smile on his face. Turning back I realized that all four of them were down on the ground unconscious.
The feeling that I had was amazing. I let out of a scream in excitement, my voice rattling between the buildings. The feelings and the pain I had earlier in the day were gone and all that left was this feeling of power and adrenaline. I turned to the guy who helped make this all happen.
"Hey, thanks for your help. I really appreciate it!" I said holding out my bruised hand.
"No problem. It's not right for a guy to treat a lady like that," he replied taking my hand for a shake. "You fight really well. I'm impressed."
'You're not too shabby yourself," I replied letting go. "I'm Amari Harsuno. Or Amy as I like to be called."
"Takashi Mitsuya," he replied with a smile.
With his smile I was able to get a better look at him. He had short silver lilac hair, lavender eyes, and he was not much taller than I was. At the time I was about five foot five meaning he had to be closer to five six or five seven. He had a piercing in his left ear of a black huggy earring with silver crosses.
"Oh, your sisters!"
His smile quickly dropped as he started looking around the area for them. I ran over to the tree where I had left them to find the two girls standing there. I made sure to smile to show them that everything was ok. They grabbed my hands after I offered them and I guided them back to Mitsuya.
"Thanks," he said grabbing their hands. "Where do you live I can walk you home?"
"It's not very far from here, it's just down the street. But…." I thought back on the idea of going home after the argument with my father. "Home isn't really something I want to be at right now."
"I won't ask any questions, but if you want you can come over to our place."
"Are you sure?"
"Ya, it'll be fine right?" He asked his sisters.
The two girls agreed and it was decided from there. This was the moment that my life turned upside down. I walked home with Takashi Mitsuya and his sisters Luna and Mana. They were super sweet and unlike anything I was used to before. I felt like I was being treated like a normal human being. The walk wasn't very long before we reached their place. Walking inside the girls ran to get ready for bed leaving Mitsuya and myself alone in the living room.
I took my black uniform jacket off and threw it over top of the couch, not really thinking much of it. I looked down to see a part of my skirt torn at the hem. I scoffed at it, not really caring too much about it as I decided to make myself more comfortable. I felt something cold hitting my shoulder. Looking over, there was an ice pack in Mistuya's hands.
"Trust me, you're going to regret it in the morning if you don't get them cooled down."
I didn't really say anything and grabbed the ice pack. Looking over, I could see he too was holding onto one in his hands cooling them down and examining the bruising. I looked at my own hands to see the bruises along my knuckles. I've been in fights before back home, but they were always against other brutes of a girl. Reflecting on that reminded me of how much things really sucked.
"Cool tattoos," Mitsuya broke the silence.
I looked down at my arms exposed from the short sleeve shirt, seeing the tribal dripping eye tattoo on my right arm and the tribal sun on my left.
"Thanks," I replied. "No one has really said anything good about them since I've had them."
"Really? Strange, I think they make you look badass. I've got one."
"Wait…seriously?"
"Ya, you just can't see it. If I shaved my head like I used to then you can."
"No way you got a head tattoo?" I said almost excitedly knowing how much they hurt.
"Ya, I got it when I was younger."
I couldn't help but to think to myself, who the hell is this guy? Out of anyone else in this place, he happened to be in the right place at the right time. But not only that, he was treating me like a person. He was being a very genuine and nice guy, but he happens to throw a punch like it was nothing.
"So where did you learn to fight. Most girls I know don't really know how to fight like that."
"Oh…"he caught me off guard. "Well you see…I used to get into a lot of fights back home. You know, caused a lot of trouble around the school and what not. I used to get picked on when I was really young and eventually I snapped and started to fight back. One thing led to another, I took a few lesson, and well now I'm here," I replied.
I was reluctant and not really hopeful for his response.
"Ya, I get that," he replied with a smile.
I couldn't help but to be taken back by it. He understood. He got where I was coming from. Normally someone would tell me that there were other means, or that I needed to go get help. But he just accepted what I just said. I was more perplexed by this guy more than ever.
I asked him where the washroom was and decided to take a moment in there to figure things out. I stood before the sink and let the water run. I took a handful water and threw it into my face looking back into the mirror to see me.
My dark black eyes staring right back at me from the mirror. I had my black hair pulled back as part of the school uniform, but after the fight it was dishevelled. I quickly pulled my hair out of the tie and let it dangle past my shoulders like normal. I gave myself a slap across the face to try and pull myself together a bit.
I still couldn't believe the situation I was in. It was weirding me out too much. There was a small knock at the door.
"Everything ok in there?"
"Ya, everything is fine."
I took in a deep breath and let it out. I realized what this feeling I was experiencing was. It was nervousness. I hadn't experienced anything quite like this in a long time that it almost felt new. I didn't quite understand why I was feeling so nervous. I was in a guy's house. I guy who helped me fight off those assholes and who actually was concerned for my well-being. A guy who didn't scoff at the sight of my tattoos and didn't tell me to be more like my mother.
It was in this moment that my fight or flight response kicked in. I quickly threw the bathroom door open and ran out the door. I could hear Mitsuya call out for me behind me but I didn't listen. I kept running as fast as I could back home. I kept running until I was at my front doorstep out of breath. Standing in the doorway was my father. He looked just as disappointed in me as ever. But right now, I didn't care. I pushed passed him and locked myself into my room.
Throwing myself on my bed leaving the lights off, all I could think of was what the hell…what the hell…
I woke up the next morning just like any other. Jumped into the shower and got dressed for the day. As I was putting on my uniform I reached over to my desk chair for my jacket. That's when I realized that it wasn't there.
"Shit, I must of left it at that guy's house. Whatever…"
I walked into the kitchen to find a note from my father. Will be home late, you're on your own for dinner, Dad. That didn't really surprise me at all. I grabbed some sweet bread to eat on the way to school and started my walk.
Part way through my walk I saw a group of middle school guys harassing people as they were walking by, myself included. I scoffed at them and decided to just ignore them. They weren't worth my time, at least right now.
I made it to school and it was a boring day like any other. Don't get me wrong, the amount of times I have skipped a class in the last two months have been a lot, but my grades were still good. My teachers hated me for it, but I was smart. I at least was able to figure things out for myself which led them to at least get off my back for that.
After school I walked back and saw the same punks hanging around one of the fast food joints. Still being jerk offs to every girl they see walking by them I knew something needed to be done to put them in their place. My house wasn't far from the place and I had time to kill. So I thought to myself, What the hell. After passing by them I walked into my room and changed out of my uniform. Threw on some good ol' black sweats, a white sports bra and the largest black zip up hoody I could find. I grabbed a regular baseball cap I still had from overseas and threw on a white mask to cover my mouth and nose. With the baggy clothes you couldn't exactly see the girls, if you know what I mean. In my head, I believed that I was able to approach the guys as a boy rather than a girl. That way I would be able to get a rise out of them enough to deck them.
I was craving the thrill. I grabbed my sunglasses and walked out the door. The feeling from last night was incredible, and was a spark I felt like I needed. This was just a good enough excuse for me. I walked down the stairs and made my way back to the fast food joint with my hands in my pockets. Never once did I question what I was about to do. Someone needed to teach these punks a lesson sooner or later. Shibuya as far as I knew was open turf for delinquents such as myself.
Sure enough, they were still there. The only difference was, this time there were two girls being surrounded by the six of them. They kept harassing them over and over again, it was sickening. Looking around no one was doing anything and just kept walking by, letting these assholes get away with it. This was my moment and this was the itch that I wanted to scratch. I threw the hood up and I walked towards the group pushing into the middle of them.
"Hey, what's the hell is your problem," one of them shouted at me.
"Ya jackass, trying to push your luck or something?"
I turned around and swung my fist square in one of the guy's face. This was it, and there was no turning back now. I could feel the spit from his mouth hit my fingers as he wasn't expecting that. The others were quick to move at me. I managed to kick one in the gut while dodging low against the other. Using the momentum I quickly stood up and head butted the guy in the jaw. It hurt like hell, but it was an incredible feeling. However, that feeling was soon met to a fist at my face. The blow was enough to knock me down to the ground knocking my glasses off. I quickly rolled to avoid them trying to grab a hold of me.
The fight continued on for a while. A few elbow strikes here and there followed by some jump kicks and dodges. For every few hits that I was able to land I dodged the others. But there were the few moments where they were able to make contact. I mean, how could they not? There was six against one. The two girls that were there were already running down the street as I continued to fend off these guys.
Finally a blow struck my face and it hit hard. I was seeing white as I could feel myself fall backwards onto the ground. My hair was loose and in my face as I started to regain my vision. My hat had fallen off and in that second, one of them grabbed the hood of my hoody. The collar came up to my neck choking me as they started to drag me. Before two of the others were able to help and grab a hold of my legs, I unzipped the sweater and pulled myself out. Rolling on the ground I quickly got up onto my feet and readied myself. They stopped attacking me realizing who or rather what they were fighting off this entire time. I was out of breath and could feel the blood from my nose and the sweat drip everywhere.
"You're a chick!" one of them called out while still holding onto my sweater.
"COME ON!" I shouted after ripping my bloodied mask and throwing it on the ground. "Someone needs to teach you assholes a lesson on how to properly treat a lady!" I held my fists up ready for them.
Two of them started to move towards me but stopped. They stared towards me, their eager expressions turned white. I started to lower my stance as I realized that they weren't just staring at me. They were staring at the guys who started walking from behind me. I remember it clearly. They were all wearing black uniforms with yellow writing along the arms and the back. Tokyo Manji Gang is what their back read.
There were five of them that had walked past me as I just stood there confused. One of them was much taller than the others with a dragon tattoo along his temple and a long blonde braid hanging down. Next to him was a guy who started tying his long black hair back with a tie. On the end was a larger guy with a buzz like cut. On the opposite end was someone I recognized. It was Mitsuya from the other night. In front of all of them was a smaller guy with longer blonde hair and a trench coat like jacket matching theirs.
"We're sorry we didn't mean to…" one of the guys started to say before meeting a hard kick from the shorter guy to his head.
The guy was out cold on the ground. I was amazed, in awe, of how quickly he was able to take down the guy I was struggling with.
"Hey wait a minute this was my fight!" I opened my mouth and soon regretted it.
The taller guy was quick to turn around and get right into my face. With his hands still in his pockets, his build alone was enough to intimidate me.
"What was that," he said with a bit of a growl.
"Easy Draken, they probably didn't…wait a minute….Amari?" Mitsuya said coming up behind Draken.
"It's Amy…" I replied lowering my guard.
"Sorry, Amy…" He corrected himself with a smile.
Behind him, I watched as the others were simply intimidating the other guys. It was enough to get them to run off down the street leaving me alone with the group of guys in front of me. I didn't really have it in me right now and judging by their presence, there was no way I was going to be able to take them on. Besides, Mitsuya was with them and I felt confident that I was at least safe in their hands.
"Amy you're eye," Mitsuya quickly dropped his expression after seeing how I truly looked. Without any hesitation, he grabbed a hold of my face and examined it. It was strange to me, he was generally concerned for me and I was not used to being treated this way. Even after him helping me the night before.
"It's fine," I replied.
"Mitsuya you know her?" Draken asked him.
"Ya, I ran into her at the park with my sisters yesterday," he replied moving my head side to side and examining it.
I ripped his hands off of me, "Stop treating me like some kind of fragile doll. I knew what I was getting myself into. Besides I barely even know you," I shouted.
He raised his hands up and stepped back away from me, "You're right, you're right. I'm sorry."
"Hey don't go talking to him like that," the larger guy stepped in pointing a finger at me.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see the shorter guy charge towards me. Judging by his movements, he wasn't going to stop. Which meant that he was coming after me. With everything I had in my body I threw myself backwards controlling my body with my legs to keep myself standing. This guy ran past his friends and jumped a kick that was meant to hit me in the gut. It was at this moment that I was scared. I lost my footing and fell down to the ground.
He stood over top of me and leaned down close to my face. His dark eyes were unlike anything I had seen before. Like the life had been taken away from him. It was like there was something about him that was telling every bone in my body to run.
The cold stare turned into a smile but was still rather intimidating, "Hi Amy, I'm Mikey! I like you!"
"Huh?" I couldn't help but to say.
Turns out I wasn't the only one who was confused by this guy. The others behind him shared a similar expression to mine. Mikey stepped back and held out his hand for me to grab. Cautiously, I grabbed his hand as he helped me up.
"You were right to go after those guys, but there was no way you were going to do it on your own," he said after I was up. "I'm surprised you even lasted as long as you did by yourself."
"I just couldn't let those guys get away with what they were doing. It's not cool."
"Ya, but you were being reckless," he replied tussling my hair.
I gently slapped his hands away as I started to feel more comfortable with him.
"Hey Amy, I think you left your jacket at my place," Mitsuya cut in. "Why don't you hang with us and we can go pick it up later. I'll even give you a ride home if you want."
I started to stammer a little bit as things just felt odd, "Sure that sounds…that sounds like fun."
Draken gave me my sweater for me to put back on. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an old napkin. It wasn't much but it was something. I realized that at some point during the fight my nose had started to bleed from one of the punches. My sweater was coated in a thin layer of it and my white mask was ruined. Seeing the blood on my sweater I knew that I couldn't wear it walking around like that without drawing any further attention to myself. I took it off and tied it around my waist and it wasn't even a second before I felt something draped over my shoulders. Mikey had taken off his jacket and placed it around my shoulders with a smile. It was comforting at this point to think that these scary guys were actually really nice.
I was soon introduced to the two others. The one with the black hair was Keisuke Baji while the other was Haruki Hayashida otherwise known as Pah. Mitsuya explained to me that they were all part of a biker gang known as the Tokyo Manji Gang, or Toman for short. Manjiro Sano, or Mikey, was the leader of the group with Ken Ryuguji, Draken, by his side. The moment that I heard that they were a biker gang I was a little bit worried as to what I was getting myself into. I kept tossing around in my head if I should really be around these guys or if they were going to mean nothing but trouble for me. But so far, spending the time that I was spending with them almost filled the void in me that I never really knew was there. I felt welcomed and wanted. A new feeling that actually made me want to smile.
We all walked around with each other and shared a few laughs. I could tell that they were all really good friends with one another. I started asking them questions about the gang to find out more.
"Careful now. You don't know what you're getting yourself into," Mitsuya was quick to say as he was leaning over the railing of a bridge walkway.
"No, really it's ok!" I tried to reassure him leaning right next to him. "Trust me, you guys have been the best thing to happen to me since I moved to Japan."
It was at that moment I realized what I had just said. I could feel my face go beat red as I clasped my hands over my mouth. They all started to laugh at me as I couldn't help but to feel embarrassed over the moment, burying my head into my hands. I felt vulnerable another feeling that I hadn't felt before, but it was in a good way.
"You hear that guys. It's only been a few hours and she already loves us," Baji shouted as I could feel his arm around my shoulder pulling me into his side.
The guys started to cheer and laugh as I continued to be embarrassed by everything. I eventually started to laugh with them and enjoyed the moment.
Instead of explaining to me more about the group, Mikey had the idea of showing me. Turns out that night they were all gathering at the Musashi Temple to have a regular meeting. We walked over to where their motorcycles were where we would go to the temple from here.
I couldn't help but to sparkle at the sight. When I was in school overseas there was a class I had taken that allowed me to work on automotive things. I remembered reading about motorcycles but never really got to be able to be so close to one before.
"I've never rode on a bike like these before," I couldn't help but to say out loud.
"Really? Well you're in for a ride!" Mikey said as he was getting on his.
"Here," Mitsuya said handing me a helmet, "you can ride with me. You can wear my helmet it'll be fine, trust me."
I eagerly grabbed the helmet and clipped it on as he got on. He started the bike up along with the others as there was a roar like a pack of dragons filling the air from the bikes. I climbed onto the bike and paused for a second not sure where to put my hands. I slowly and gently wrapped my hands around his body and leaned into him. I wasn't quite sure what to expect when he set off alongside the others. The initial movement scared me a little as I squeezed onto Mitsuya and put my face into his back.
I heard him chuckle, "You really haven't rode on a bike before have you!"
My heart was pounding as we were speeding on the road. I could feel the wind bellowing on m body and my heart was pounding from the moment. I just buried my face more into his back and closed my eyes as we rode.
"Hold on!" he shouted.
I squeezed even harder as I could feel the wind on my body hit harder. He shouted out into the air in excitement as the others started to do the same. There was a part of me that wanted to take in the experience but I was too scared to. I decided to bite the bullet and slowly shifted my head from his back up to his shoulders. With my eyes still closed I could feel my chin resting on his shoulder as I continued to hold onto him tight. My heart was pounding hard when I opened my eyes to see us fly on the road. The same kind of adrenaline was coming over me in a new way. I was still scared, but I was also excited at the same time. With my chin still on his shoulder I looked at Mitsuya's face to see a large smile. He briefly moved his eyes to look at me and we made eye contact. I quickly looked away and continued to stare forward trying to make it seem like I wasn't staring.
Everything felt like it was a blur as we were riding along. I didn't even realize that we had made it to the shrine as I noticed that there were more sounds of bikes other than our own. Looking around there were a lot of guys filing into the shrine area. Mitsuya parked his bike and offered his hand to help me off.
"I'm going to need that back," Mikey said behind me pointing at the jacket.
"Oh ya, sure," I replied pulling it off and handing it back to him.
It was cold, much colder than I expected. I kept my sweater tied at my waist and simply folded my arms across my chest to try and keep myself warm.
"Here," Mitsuya said handing me his uniform jacket. "Think of it as a jacket for a jacket," he smiled.
He put the jacket on me and walked with the rest of them towards the shrine. I never really imagined how big the gang was when they first told me about it, but it certainly wasn't anything like this. I followed close to Mitsuya as I watched all of the guys start to bow towards Mikey as he walked behind us. I was in awe at the sight of respect and power that the air had. I was caught off guard by Mitsuya grabbing my arm and tugging me to stand next to him. I felt so lost. I was in a completely new world and I had no idea what to do. I didn't know how to act around all of these guys.
With a hand put on my back I turned to see Mitsuya give a reassuring smile as Mikey stood up before the group. This seemed to be a standard recap kind of meeting. To talk about the odds and ends of the groups and to catch everyone up on what's going on.
Here I was able to learn that Toman had control of most of Shibuya unlike what I had thought earlier on in the day. There were a few other rival gangs not far from here that were notable such as Moebius. I was able to learn a few things on how Mikey ran the gang. Baji was the first division captain running an attack unit. He had a vice captain Chifuyu Matsuno. Mitusya was sure to whisper everyone's names into my ear after they were being addressed by Mikey. Mitsuya himself was the second division captain running as the Elite Guard Commander. His vice-captain was a guy named Hakkai Shiba. The Flag Bearing third captain was Pah with Ryohei Hayashi or better known as Peh as his vice-captain. These guys weren't the only captains either. There was the fourth division captain Nahoya Kawata with his twin brother Souta Kawata as his vice. Mitsuya referred to them as Smile and Angry and I could understand why. Nahoya was nothing but smiles while Souta had a scary look to his face. Yashiro Muto was the fifth division with Haruchiyo Sanzu as the vice-captain.
I was still completely blown away at where I was as I listened into them. They were truly a biker gang. The classic representation of delinquents of varying ages. Hearing my name being called is what snapped me out of my trance. I shook my head as I felt the hand that was on my back this whole time push me slightly forward. I realized that Mikey was calling me up to him. I wasn't sure what to do, his smile he had before was serious. I looked make at Mitsuya who also shared a seriousness to his face.
I cautiously approached forward grabbing onto the collar of the jacket for comfort. I could hear whispers going on behind me as I felt my heart flutter in my chest. I didn't know what to expect as everything was just happening so fast. I stopped just below the steps of the shrine and looked up at Mikey.
"Amari Harsuno," Mikey opened up. "Amy, I want you to join Toman."
The words hit me like a brick I couldn't help myself, "WHAT!"
I wasn't the only one as the group behind me were very vocal on the matter.
"No way, we can't let a chick like her in our ranks."
"What's a girl going to do for Toman?"
"There's no way!"
"SILENCE!" came Draken's booming voice.
The group was silent following the order allowing Mikey to speak before them. "If anyone doubts my decision they can step forward."
The words were menacing and felt like daggers being dug into the chest. I looked around to see all who spoke up back down immediately. Not a single person was willing to go up against him.
In my ear I began to hear movement coming towards me and fast. I turned to see Mikey coming at me again with one of his kicks. Instead of dodging it like I did before, I was fast enough to step to the side and my instincts told me to grab his leg. Doing so I pushed his leg down and stuck my elbow out for his follow through to make contact from his own sheer force. Here is where I realized what I was doing and had some hesitation. In that hesitation he was able to deflect my elbow out of the way and ended up grappling me in a headlock. Feeling the pressure wrapping around my neck I couldn't help but to slam my heel down into his bare toes exposed from his sandals. He let go allowing me to butt my head into his jaw.
He stepped back, "If anyone has any further questions on her contribution to Toman, you can find out for yourself," he called out to the group.
I turned to see a lot of the guys quickly avoid making eye contact with me. I thought to myself, did I really just put these guys in their place by fighting off Mikey?
"Amy, I want you to be in the second division," Mikey announced.
"Wait, hold on Mikey! I never said I wanted to be in the Tokyo Manji Gang," I blurted out like the idiot I am.
"But you said so yourself. You guys have been the best thing to happen to me since I moved to Japan. There's no turning back now Amy!" Mikey shouted with a smile.
That smile hit me right in the heart as I felt a longing. I felt the feeling of being wanted, needed even. I could feel my eyes begin to water as my vision blurred from it. I was crying, I was actually crying in this moment. Happiness, that's what this feeling was. It was happiness and it felt incredible. The guys cheered as Mitsuya came up to my side. He threw his arm around my shoulder and gave Mikey a thumbs up. Without even thinking I ran to Mikey and hugged him. He didn't quite know what to do but eventually hugged me back.
The meeting soon came to a close as I found myself walking back with Mitsuya to his bike as a member of his division. This was my captain standing right before me and I was his subordinate.
"So you're my underling now. Didn't see that coming," he said getting on his bike.
"You can say that again. If you told me yesterday when I first met you that I would be a part of a biker gang, I probably would have told you to go fuck yourself."
Mitsuya let out a laugh, "Ya, I can see that. So shall we?"
I got on the bike and held onto him like I did before as we rode back to his house. I grabbed my jacket from the couch where it hadn't moved and he gave me a ride home. I waved him goodbye and quickly ran inside with excitement from the day.
"You seem to be in an awfully good mood," came the low voice of my father who was reading on the couch.
The excitement feeling soon went away as I continued inside, "So what. It's not a crime."
"I was just pointing it out."
"Whatever," I continued off into my room.
I closed the door and sat on my bed. Just like the night before, I was taking in the experiences of the day. Soon I was asleep in my own little world.