(A/N: Welcome to another selfcest ship with a dash of side dish of Kazutake. I've noticed that the certain timeline after the Valhalla arc and when Takemichi went corrupt and morally questionable wasn't always used as a concept in the fandom when creating a fic even though it was one of the intriguing and interesting parts of the manga since we also got to see that shocking twist of Kazutora helping him get away from Kisaki's clutches and death itself. So, here we are, and this fic is born out of whim. Number of chapters is still undecided, and updates will be intermittently. Ratings may also change in later chapters. Additionally, I will refer to his future self as Takemitchy – just like how Mikey addresses him in the given nickname and just Takemichi in his past self to differentiate them. Lastly, I don't own anything from the franchise. Respective ownership goes to Ken Wakui for this wonderful manga).

Chapter 1

By: Aztec999

Kazutora punched the steering wheel out of frustration.

"Fuck. Now what?" He growled out in annoyance as he leaned back on his seat and closed his eyes slowly. Several hours had already passed after Naoto arrested Takemichi out of the blue in an alleyway.

He wanted to go over there quickly and visit him at the prison.

But he needed to think first.

He didn't want to do anything rash that could land him in another fucked up situation. Just with Takemcihi being in jail was enough. He didn't also want to end up in a compromising position which would make their goal an utter failure.

He can do this all right. But he needed Takemichi's assistance on getting their Toman back and save Manjirou.

Even though Takemichi had probably done some questionable things in Toman under Kisaki's orders, he remembered on how Chifuyu would still stick by on his side, and he trusted Chifuyu's judgment. Although there was still a lingering hurt and bitterness of being unable to save him from Kisaki's hands, he didn't need to focus on that right now and focus on the current situation at hand.

He knew that upon looking at Takemichi's eyes that he had also wanted to save Toman from its falling grace together with Mikey who had fallen into the cusp of immorality and despair ever since Baji's death and Draken being on death row. Kauztora exhaled a shaky breath. The lingering guilt festered within himself, and he couldn't stop from blaming himself once again on how things turned out…

…but he needed to get himself out of the gutter and do what he needed to do.

He decided to take a gamble and sought out Takemichi's assistance. He didn't have many options left.

His cold, blue eyes stared dully at the peeling gray walls in front of him.

It was less than 72 hours since he got arrested yet Takemichi was already bored out of his wits inside the cells that held nothing but cold, iron, prison bars and a small sorry excuse of a bed inside the cramped space of the room.

"The last time I was conscious, I was having a dinner at Narisawa with Kisaki and his lackeys after learning that Hina was dead. And now I was kissing the prison bars inside this cell." Takemichi smiled bitterly at himself upon remembering the time he went berserk and threw his furniture at the office after learning that the person he ordered Akkun killed was actually Hina.

Even Chifuyu couldn't pacify him at the time.

There was a part of him who couldn't accept the damn fact that the sneaky, little bastard had successfully kept that important information from him and made him follow his orders blindly.

Damn it to fucking hell.

His hand was itching to pick up his glock and shoot Kisaki right into his face, but he maintained the tight leash of control within himself and masqueraded the disgusting friendly negotiation with him inside the restaurant previously.

He knew the ramifications of a poorly constructed impulse with no plan or whatsoever. Especially if Kisaki has the full control and ownership of Toman now together with his right-hand bitch… er… man… Hanma with him.

But what the fuck was this?

What. The. Flying. Fuck. Was. This.

He practically opened his eyes, and he was now confined here in a cold cell with poor lighting.

His felt like throwing up. Everything was topsy turvy in his line of vision. And it seemed like a huge chunk of memory was bitten off his head.

Nevertheless…

…the last person he saw from his line of vision previously was Naoto before he woke up in here in disorientation.

Did Naoto arrest him?

Most likely.

But for what…?

Did he know…?

Takemichi swallowed back the bile rising on his throat.

It didn't matter now. Guilt was a pointless emotion. A useless endeavor that he should not pay attention to or entertain. Because the last time he let it consume him, it made his life a living hell.

A living hell in the form of Kiyomasa and his lackeys beating him up back in the middle school.

A living hell in the form of his good for nothing female manager deriding his skills back at the DVD shop he used to work in.

A living hell in the form of—

"Hanagaki! You have a visitor! Stand up and meet him in the other room." One of the police officers yelled at him which cut off his wandering thoughts and brought him back to the present.

"Who is it?" He asked dully.

"Hanemiya Kazutora. Now get up and move faster!" He barked as he motioned for him to stand up.

Takemichi was briefly taken aback upon hearing his name again.

It's been a while since he the last time he saw or even heard from him.

His mouth quirked upwards into a small yet cold smile.

Maybe fate had presented him an opportunity to get out of this hellhole after all.

"To what do we owe the pleasure for this visit Tora-kun?" The familiar voice of Takemichi greeted his line of hearing upon visiting him.

Kazutora paused and blinked a few times, not expecting this kind of demeanor of Takemichi in front of him.

It's like a switch had been turned on and he witnessed a perpendicular character of him opposite to how he interacted with him ages ago before he got arrested.

He seemed right yet wrong at the same time.

"Takemichi…?" He tested out as his name felt like a diminishing quicksand on his tongue.

He took a seat.

"Yeah. That's me all right." Takemichi drawled out lazily as he sat on a chair and faced him with a dull expression on his face that made Kazutora unnerved.

There's a prickling sensation inside of him that told him something was wrong and yet he couldn't pinpoint on what exactly it was.

Kazutora tried to ignore it and focused his full attention on the raven-haired male in front of him.

"How are you…? I mean how are things now going on with you ever since detective Tachibana arrested you?" He looked at him straight in the eyes and tried to gauge his reaction.

Something flickered on his eyes before Kazutora could decipher it properly since it vanished quickly.

A light chuckle slipped from Takemichi's lips as he looked at him in amusement. "Are you here to entertain me Tora-kun? Since I can't believe that your way too concerned over my well-being."

"What?" He sputtered before he stared sharply at him. "Here I am visiting you and you came to greet me with this kind of shit?" Kazutora inwardly counted from 1 to 10. He didn't want to lose his patience quickly over this.

"Damn. Still feisty as ever." Takemichi suddenly stood up and leaned his face closer to his direction which separated them by the thin frame of glass surrounding them. "As much as I appreciate your visit, I'd like to know the reason why you're doing so Tora-kun. Did you miss me or something else entirely?" He crooned out as his periwinkle orbs turned darker and sharper that made Kauztora's mouth ran dry and heart hammering inside his chest.

It was like looking into a bottomless pit of the ocean. Kazutora was used to staring at Takemichi who sported a genuine look of cluelessness and innocence sometimes… ever since he met him the first time during their middle school years…

…but right now, there was something lurking into the depths of his gaze, and he felt drowning in an unfathomable mystery yet danger of those orbs and the man himself.

Was his initial impression of him wrong?

"Shut it. You know why I'm here Takemichi." He punctuated every word and refused to be intimidated by his gaze alone and stood his ground. Nothing will happen if he let himself be swept away by his arm-twistings alone.

A dark chuckle escaped from Takemichi's lips as leaned away from the glass and sat on his chair once again.

"God, I love it when you always show your fangs. From a cute, little puppy to a full-grown dog! You always had that kind of bite within you. Maybe it's the Chifuyu effect. I mean he has that kind of effect with everybody." Takemichi replied with a lazy grin on his face.

"Y'know what? It's like I'm wasting my time here. If you continue being an asshole like that, I'm taking my leave." Kazutora snapped as he prepared to stand up but paused midway upon hearing Takemichi's next words.

"What do you need me for this time Kazutora? I'm totally useless here while in prison. But if you took your sweet time visiting me here, must be awfully important. If you wanna make a bargain, then I'm all ears because I have an unfinished business with a certain acquaintance and like him to pay a visit. What'd you think?"

Kazutora carefully watched his face, his dark, blue eyes were gleaming, and his smile was shrouded into a cold fog of inscrutability.

When an opportunity presented itself, he needed to grab it no matter how questionable it maybe. Time was ticking and things won't progress if he can't take a damn risk.

And this was in an unlikely ally with Hanagaki Takemichi himself.

(A/N: Reviews are amusing so let me hear them from you).