A/N: I do not own Tokyo Revengers. Minors spoilers for last episode of Tokyo Revengers.

Takemichi Hiragana can't think of anything but the searing pain, the deep throbbing wound in his left thigh where a bullet was shot from the barrel of Kisaki's gun through the wooden chair he's tied to. The pain is blinding, and he screams until his throat is raw and sore. Tears bunch around his eyes and drip down his face, a motion so normal in Takemichi's life it nearly calms him down because crying? It's as familiar to him as the back of his hand. There's nothing to be embarrassed about crying, Takemichi knows -crybaby hero-, but he looks up into the cold dark eyes of Tetta Kisaki and he can't help but wonder why? He knows Kisaki is a terrible man; all the evidence of his evil piled up around him as if taunting him for his mistakes: being too blind, too trusting, too oblivious.

Funny, for a guy who knows the future, he can't really look ahead much at all.

He had drunk the wine from the glass, not even stopping to question if he should, happily ignorant under his belief that his future was finally set right (maybe it's more than that, because after so long of travelling to the past and back he will ignore the signs because he wants it all to be over).

And now–and now-Chifuyu is splayed across the floor, blood pooling in a circle under him, dead dead dead and all for the crime of being Takemichi's friend and getting pulled into his mess. Poor little crybaby Takemichi.

He didn't deserve to die as he did but it's as much Takemichi's fault as it is Kisaki's. This sin is his to carry alone (Kisaki wouldn't carry it) -but before he can start to bring his thoughts together Kisaki is pointing a gun at him and in surprising clarity he sees one small trail of tears tracking down his stone-cold face (so maybe he will carry it with him, in the end).

And he's saying "any last words?" words echoing around the room, gun firm in his hand, back straight and unbending and unrepentant in the face of his bloody cross of sins.

And Takemichi smiles, a wide broken wild thing, thinking and I will not submit nor be your victim, blood dripping down his mouth, he can taste the blood as it rolled sickeningly-sweet between the gaps in his teeth. His eyes shine with something as close to holy righteousness as it can be and some otherworldly light, and it must be quite something because Kisaki's eyes widen incrementally and it seems like he wants to take a step back but holds himself in place, spine straight as ever. The only thing a man can choose is how he faces his execution.

Takemichi is the crybaby hero. He never, ever, ever, will give up to save his friends.

He always gets up.

Kisaki sneers, like he's trying to make up for his nearly invisible misstep, eyes becoming cold and hard again (the Kisaki the police force knows, uncatchable, untakeable, unbeatable and the Kisaki Takemichi knows is in that dark look in his eyes but whatever good he ever had was carved out of him if it ever was there-but then what was the tear for) and his mouth twists in a great parody of a smile-

"Is that it? I expected more. Very well." he sighs, "Any last words?"

No matter where he is, or what time he is in, he fights until the end. Because that's what it means to be a crybaby hero. Because that is Takemichi Hiragana at his deep unmoveable core. A hero.

He bares his teeth wide open, the lights of the room playing a trick on his eyes, refracting off of them in a million different ways and making looking at them as blinding as looking at the sun.

Up. Again and again and again and again.

For Judas. For Chifuyu, for Hina, for Naoto, Draken, Akkun, Baji, for Mikey and for everyone else.

Justice will come.

He remembers old flashes of words, of a world that seems so far away; Kisaki standing alone on top of a mountain of wrecked cars declaring to Mikey his grand ideations.

Kisaki's eyes glinted in the sunlight, one hand half-reaching towards Mikey, as he proclaimed "When a man kills another man, he's considered a murderer. When a man kills his enemy, he's considered a hero."

So he says the words he knows will hurt the most and stares down the cold hard barrel of the gun into Kisaki's glacial blue eyes unflinchingly-

"You're no hero, Kisaki. All you've ever been is a murderer."

Kisaki's eyes fill with a deep unfathomable rage, mouth trembling as he remembers the words spoken a decade ago in the parking lot of the Bloody Halloween.

Bang!

Everything is silent in the room, two now-dead men laying next to each other in grotesque camaraderie, pools of blood growing slowly across the floor, staining the ground a deep rich red.

Then everything is punctuated by a deep throaty laugh, growing deeper and louder. Kisaki throws his head back, shoulders shaking with the exertion of the movement, but after a few long moments it eventually tapers off. He smiles, teeth sharp, mouth twisting into a cruel vicious smile, glinting in the light of the room, eyes dark and immeasurably wicked in the light of the room

"Guess you had it in you after all, huh, crybaby hero?"

The next thing Takemichi remembers is a flash of light like a thunderclap, and then he sees sunlight.

A/N:

I have only watched the anime, and I know that he gets shot but there's more manga so he must have survived. So I took this into a new direction. The dialogue is not what was in the anime because I'm too lazy to find it. This is sort of what I wanted Takemichi to say. I hope you enjoy it. Apologies if they seem OOC.

Comments and likes appreciated. Future oneshots may be on the way.