This story is also posted on AO3. I'm updating both this and the Pokemon story and will post one more chapter for this story, which I'm currently doing before posting two chapter for my pokemon story. I've decided not to post 20 chapters because that's taking too long, so It'll only be 10 chapters instead. Now I'm going to bed cause I'm tired, enjoy!
On a clear blue sunny day, there was a person sitting on the roof, humming a pleasant song. This person was a young middle school boy with tousled, wavy black hair, and blue eyes. He was humming a song that he heard from his sister one time and practically begged her to tell her what the name of it was.
Though it seemed kind of silly to hum it on a clear day like this one, he didn't care. It's actually a relaxing song
His eyes were closed as he simply enjoyed the breeze that caressed his skin. Such a quiet and peaceful day.
"Ah, found you, Takemichi-kun!"
A shadow hovered above him, making him open his eyes to see none other than his best friend—Tachibana Hinata. She was smiling down at him with her usual sunny smile, "What are you up to this time? Listening to the wind again?" She sat down next to him.
Takemichi huffed at her, "I was, but there's nothing interesting to report right now." He joked, sitting up.
"Is that so? What a shame." Hina smiled, "Did you skip class again?"
"Maybe, but to be fair I already know what's going on so there's really no need for me to be there." He replied.
"You still need to go to class, Takemichi-kun." She was pouting at him this time. Great.
"Yeah, yeah…" He waved.
"Don't "yeah, yeah me, mister!" Hina chided, lightly.
He stands to his feet, "By the way, where are the guys? They're usually with you."
Hina sighed, "They were talking about something involving your cousin Masaru and some other delinquents from another school."
Ah, so that's why…
"Where?"
Hina thinks about it, "Um, I think it was Shibuya Third Middle School."
"Knowing that cousin of mine he probably lied and said he was in charge of the gang when it was the exact opposite." Takemichi already knew where this was headed.
"Mm." Hina was in total agreement. Masaru's lies would always cause nothing but trouble in the end, it seemed.
Sighing, Takemichi held a hand out for her to take and she accepted. Helping her get back on her feet, he headed for the door to the roof, "Might as well get this over with, you coming, Hina-chan?"
"Of course!"
'So much for a peaceful day.' His cousin was going to have to be punished for this.
Akkun was rubbing his temples at the information Takemichi just told them. It actually made sense when he thought about it. Masaru would always try to act tough and prove he was the best at everything, whether it be fighting, gang related information, etc.
But this?
Pretending to be the leader of a middle school?
A new low for that immature brat.
"Just what is wrong with your cousin? You'd think he'd learn his lesson by now." Akkun frowned, sounding annoyed and irritated.
"He's always been like that though, so it really shouldn't be that much of a surprise at this point." Takuya placed a card down on the table, much to Makoto's irritation.
"Dude, no offense, but your cousin is an idiot." Yamagishi stated.
Makoto smirked, "An idiot calling someone else an idiot."
"Shut up, Makoto!" Yamagishi yelled.
Takemichi leaned back against the wall of the club room they were in. What could his cousin gain by pretending to be the leader of a middle school? The reason was obvious, so there was no need to delve too deep into it.
"What do you want to do, Takemichi?" Akkun asked the silent black haired teen, "Help him get out of it, or leave him to deal with it himself?"
For a moment, Takemichi didn't say anything. He only opted to stare into space for a little bit before replying to his friend's question, "Leaving him to deal with the mess he created seems more than fair, but…" he trailed off, staring off into space again.
"Takemichi?" Akkun was confused by his friend's sudden silence.
"No, it's nothing," He gets up from his chair, "What middle school was it again?"
"Shibuya Middle School." Yamagishi answered.
Huh, that's not too far from where they are actually.
"Might as well get it over with," he muttered, "Yamagishi, who's the real one in charge over there?"
Yamagishi brings out his little notebook, "Kiyomizu Masataka, Aka. Kiyomasa. Height: 182cm, weight: 82kg, hair color; black, eye color: black—"
"Sweet Buddha, do you have his blood type written down in there, too?" Akkun was joking but deep down he was being serious. Yamagishi's information gathering skills were terrifying.
"His blood type is—"
"I was joking!"
Takemichi walked over by the door, "I don't need to know anything else other than his name. Let's go."
"Right~" Takuya smiled.
Makoto cracked his neck, "This oughta be good."
"Wonder how long this one will last? Bets anyone?" Yamagishi questioned.
"Don't make pointless bets." Akkun chided.
Takemichi asked Hina to stay in the club room and wait there for them. No point in dragging her along with them everywhere.
Dealing with Kiyomasa will just open up more problems, but since his cousin is involved he has no choice.
'Masaru, you brat. I'll deal with you when this is over.' He promised.
Shibuya Middle School
Finding Kiyomasa hadn't been very hard to find. Asking some students at the front gate helped only because they were terrified of the guy. And no sooner had they asked—Kiyomasa appeared himself along with some others.
The guy didn't look all that impressive, in fact he looked like those typical arrogant thugs who strut around like fools. Yamagishi's detailed report about his appearance was also on point. Kiyomasa was a relatively tall and muscular teenager that looked older than his age. His prominent feature is a scar on his left eyebrow. He has black hair that is stylized in a small pompadour, slanted, menacing eyes and looks more of an adult rather than a teenager.
He was wearing the standard uniform, which is a dress shirt, black slacks, and loafers.
His face is shaped like a potato.
Those were Takemichi's thoughts.
"Masataka Kiyomizu." Takemichi said his full name to get his attention.
Said teen stopped as his eyebrow twitched in obvious irritation at the mention of his full name. Around them, the other students were uneasy and fidgeting in place—their eyes shifting nervously between both Kiyomasa and Takemichi. Of course, Takemichi paid them no mind in favor of focusing on only Kiyomasa. The taller teen looked ready to pop a blood vessel at any moment.
"Huh? The fuck d'you just call me, you little shit?" Kiyomasa sneered at him.
Standing behind him, Akkun and the rest glared at the other. Takemichi could already guess they weren't impressed by Kiyomasa's attitude towards him, but who cares.
"There's a student I'm here to see. His name's Masaru." Takemichi stated the purpose as to why he was here, ignoring Kiyomasa's threatening question.
"Masaru? Why do you need to see that little shit?" Kiyomasa demanded, still sneering down at Takemitchi.
Takemichi ignored him when he saw his cousin appear with snacks in hand, "Masaru." He called.
Kiyomasa saw Masa tense when he spotted Takemitchi, but didn't think too much about it and instead decided to call him out, "Oi, Masaru, hurry up and—
"—It's good to see you again, Ryōgi-sama!" Masaru ignored Kiyomasa in favor of bowing to Takemichi.
Once more, everyone around them was dead silent when Masaru said, "Ryōgi." Those who knew the name inched away from Takemichi, including Kiyomasa's followers. Kiyomasa was confused as to why the other students were acting like this random brat was some big shot.
"Masaru, you little shit. Who do you think you're bowing to, huh?" Kiyomasa demanded, sneering at Masaru's still bowing form.
Masaru paid him no attention, however, which only made Kiyomasa even angrier.
"You've gotten pretty full of yourself lately, Masaru. Since when did you become in charge of this school?" Takemichi knew the boy liked to seem more important than others, but now it's gone too far.
"N—No, there's been a misunderstanding!" Masaru got on his hands and knees this time, forehead touching the ground.
Takemichi raised a brow, "Really? Then explain it to me." He doubts anything the other says right now would save him from punishment. Masaru was warned not to go overboard in the world of delinquents, and that's exactly what he did.
Surprised he didn't try pushing his luck by claiming to be a member of the Tokyo Manji Gang.
He could see him going that far.
Masaru tensed and was about to try and explain himself when Kiyomasa—who was angered about being ignored—stomped his foot on the ground, "Oi, oi, why are you little shits ignoring me?!"
Takemichi continued to ignore him, "Stand up, Masaru. No need to make a scene."
"Yes…" Masaru stood back up, but he had his head lowered, not trying to make eye contact with anyone.
"Go home." Takemichi ordered.
Unable to disobey, Masaru merely bowed his head once more, "Yes, Ryōgi-sama…" he walked away from the area without so much as saying another word.
Takemichi watched him leave for a moment before addressing his friends, "No need to stick around here any longer, let's g—" a rush of wind was felt against his cheek as Takuya was now in front of him, blocking a fist.
"Someone's sure impatient to get some attention." Takuya was smiling as he said this, but it didn't really match the look in his eyes. He'd been watching Kiyomasa the entire time Takemichi was talking with Masaru. The taller delinquent was getting more and more annoyed the whole time he was being ignored. Takuya knew he was about to snap so he was on guard and ready to act.
He relished the shocked expression on Kiyomasa's face. Hopefully Yamagishi was taking a picture of it right now.
Takemichi eyed Kiyomasa with neutral blue eyes. Even though the older delinquent was taller, the look in Takemichi's eyes spoke of danger that was hidden within those eyes.
"You seem desperate for a fight," Takemichi sighed in mild annoyance, "Fine. I'll play with you for a little bit." He said, walking past a stunned Kiyomasa.
Makoto and Yamagishi give him pitying looks, while Akkun didn't feel bad for the delinquent at all.
Takemichi wanted to play and that's exactly what's going to happen.
Arriving in what looked to be a ring, there were other delinquents gathered around. Akkun narrowed his gaze at the gathered delinquents. Looks like the intel Yamagishi gathered was right on the money—a ring, gathered people making bets—this was the location of the organized fights. Normally they wouldn't care about something like this, but ignoring it would also be a pain.
Takemichi probably already knew that though.
He stood next to Takuya and the others as they watched the fight about to go down between Takemichi and Kiyomasa. Well, actually he wouldn't really call what he's about to see a fight—more like someone being punished…severely.
"Betting times?" Takuya questioned with that same smile plastered on his face.
Yamagishi fixed his glasses, the rays of the sun reflecting on them and hiding his eyes, "10 seconds."
"Hah, that's too long—5 seconds." Makoto added his own bet.
"Wha—10 seconds isn't long at all! You don't know seconds from minutes now, you idiot?!" Yamagishi exclaimed in his direction.
Makoto didn't miss a beat, "I'm not the idiot, the idiot here is Yamagishi." He countered.
"Why the hell are you suddenly bringing my name up out of nowhere?!" Yamagishi yelled at him.
"Because you're an idiot, and always will be." Makoto replied with a "now what?" Expression on his face.
"Bastard…!" Yamagishi growled, looking ready to punch his lights out.
Akkun sighed, "These two need their own comedy routine, hell they could probably make some money off of it."
"It is entertaining to watch, in its own way." Takuya enjoyed having these around to break the tension, "By the way, you didn't say how long you think this fight will last. Any guesses?"
"Get out of here with that," Akkun dismissed him, "I told you before I don't make pointless bets."
Takuya gave him a knowing smile, "So you say, but I know you don't mean it." He teased, poking his cheek with his finger.
"Geh—what the hell, Takuya?!" Akkun wasn't expecting a poke to the cheek and retaliated by slapping the other boy's hand away.
"Ow! Mou, Akkun you brute~" Takuya feigned being hurt and rubbed his hand.
Akkun's response was a huff and giving his attention back over to Takemichi and Kiyomasa, "Looks like it's about to start." Takemichi had that look in his eyes.
If Kiyomasa's lucky (and he knows for a fact that he's not) then he'll keep his head down from now on after this.
In the ring, Takemichi calmly observed both the referee and Kiyomasa. He had a shot eating grin on his face, not a good look on his part.
"Rules are—"
"—there's no point in going over the rules when no one here follows any of them." Takemichi interrupted unapologetically, "Give us the signal to start."
If the ref had something to say about the black haired boy's attitude, he didn't voice it. Giving them the okay to start, he hurried up and got out of the way.
Kiyomasa grinned down at Takemichi, looking over him as a sign of dominance, but the smaller teen wasn't at all bothered.
"Heh, this'll be easy, you shouldn't have ignored me earlier—" In a flash, a hand grabbed his face and before he could even react—he was slammed into the ground effortlessly, like he weighed nothing. As the small dust cloud that was kicked up dissipated, everyone saw Kiyomasa planted firmly on the ground and unconscious. Takemichi removed his hand from Kiyomasa's face and stood straight.
Akkun snorted at the dumbfounded expressions on the gathered delinquents' faces. Figured this would be the end result, which was why he didn't make any bets on the fight.
"DAMMIT! I LOST!" Yamagishi hollered, grabbing the sides of his head and yelling up at the sky.
"HELL YEAH, FIVE SECONDS! I WIN!" Makoto had the opposite reaction as he raised his fist in the air, shouting in pure joy.
"Idiots." Akkun released a tired sigh.
Takuya (the irritating bastard) chuckled.
Just what hell is so funny about any of this?
"H—He beat Kiyomasa!"
"In one hit!"
"This guy…is he like Mikey from Tokyo Manji?!"
'Good grief.' Akkun thought, having to hold back a wince at the mention of Tokyo Manji. Those guys have some history with them from back then, but he wasn't a member at the time. Avoiding them for now was what they decided. Having a confrontation with them will only lead to disaster.
'Well, so long as they don't run into their commander everything should be fine…hopefully.' He hoped.
"What are you looking all spaced out for?" Takemichi walked up to them, casually.
Blinking a couple of times, Akkun replied, "It's nothing, anyway are we done here now?"
"Yeah, I made sure not to hurt him too badly." Takemichi gestured over to a knocked out Kiyomasa, "He'll live, just have a nasty little headache."
"A little?" Akkun smirked and was about to add another comment when he noticed Kiyomasa began to rise. Stubborn bastard. Just couldn't stay unconscious, could he?
Takemichi seemed to notice even though his back was turned. Even so, his friend made no move to knock the older boy down, but he turned to face him, "You still wanna fight me?" He questioned Kiyomasa.
Glaring at him with nothing but pure rage, he snatched a bat away from someone in the crowd before charging at Takemichi. Akkun and the others were about to intervene just as he got in close with the bat and about to slam it into the side of Takemichi's head.
But the bat was grabbed by a black gloved hand before that could even happen.
Kiyomasa's eyes widened at the sudden appearance of this unknown person that just appeared out of nowhere. This unknown person had pale skin, but his left eye is tainted with a deep burn scar. His middle parted sunflower blonde hair with an undercut contrasts his dark emerald eyes and neutral expression. This person's attire consisted of a white shirt, long black kimono jacket with blue dragon patterns on them, and heels.
"Arrogant fool, how dare you raise a bat to our Commander." His neutral expression didn't change, but his tone was low and menacing.
Kiyomasa wisely backed away, all but forgetting about the bat, "W—Who the hell are you?!" He demanded, eyes shaking a little.
Instead of answering him, the blonde tossed the bat away and addressed Takemichi instead, "Are you unharmed, Commander?" He asked, concerned.
Takemichi gave him a small smile, "The bat didn't touch me, don't worry so much. You'll get wrinkles early, Inui."
Inupi sighed a little, "Please let me worry about you more, Commander."
From the crowd, someone recognized his name, "Inui…as in—Seishu Inui from the Black Dragons ?!"
Black Dragon's Vice-Leader—Seishi Inui
Kiyomasa's mouth was wide open in both shock and disbelief. Behind him, someone snickered before reeling forwards from a kick and landing on the ground again. He looked behind him, glaring at his unknown assailant before freezing and getting a good look at them.
The newcomer is of a lean build and a tall stature. He has black hair in a deathhawk style, flowing wildly on the right side of his face, while the left side has rectangles shaved on it. He has fierce piercing black eyes and tall arching brows making his face look eternally angry. Like Inui, he was wearing the same white shirt and jacket as Inui, along with the same engravings on both sleeves.
"So you tried to take a swing at our commander with a bat? Guess that means we don't need to show you any mercy." The newcomer grinned, showing off his fangs.
"Don't even think about it, Kokonoi." Takemichi sighed at the older teen.
"K-Kokonoi?! The elite guard?!" A delinquent in the crowd exclaimed.
Like with Inui, Kokonoi's title was written on the sleeve of his jacket:
Black Dragon's Elite Guard—Hajime Kokonoi
Yamagishi snickered, "These guys are hilarious." Though to be fair, he'd probably shit his pants right along with them in another universe.
Makoto smirked, "We might be even more feared than Tokyo Manji."
"Doubt it." Akkun rained on their parade before they could get too excited.
"Let them dream at least." Takuya added his own two cents.
Kokonoi walked around a stunned Kiyomasa and stood on Takemichi's other side.
Inui brought out the same kimono jacket, offering it to Takemichi, "Commander."
"Oh, thanks." Takemichi takes the long jacket, placing it over his shoulders. Once it was settled, the other delinquents saw the writing on the back—their jaws literally almost hitting the floor.
"N—No way!"
"Seriously?!"
"Huh, wait…black hair, blue eyes, wears a dark blue kimono, black boots…"
Makoto smirked, "Here it comes…"
Takemichi's jacket was blown against the gentle breeze as the delinquents gathered realize just who Kiyomasa was picking a fight with:
Black Dragon 10th Generation President—Ryōgi Takemichi, AKA. The Blue Dragon
Literally every delinquent there began to bow in respect, while some were literally sweating—afraid the leader of the Black Dragons was going to deal with them next.
Ignoring the whispering chaos around him, Takemichi approached Kiyomasa slowly—like a predator.
When he was close enough, he crouched down—looking him right in the eyes, "These organized fights you've been organizing ends here."
Kiyomasa blinked before speaking, "Huh…?"
"Some of our guys almost got pulled into one of these organized fights of yours. Since that's the case, we're shutting it down. Permanently." He emphasized.
"What?!" Kiyomasa angrily exclaimed, "Who the hell—?!"
Takemichi grabbed the hair on his head and promptly slammed it to the ground—making the guy eat dirt. Literally.
"I'll say it again, you're shut down." He lifted Kiyomasa's head a little, "Don't sully the gang you belong to, if you haven't already."
Having finished saying what he wanted to say, Takemichi let go of the boy's head and walked away, "The same goes for the rest of you! Start any unauthorized activity on our turf—and I'll come and deal with you personally!"
His words seemed to get through to the crowd as they remained silent and dared not speak a word.
"Let's go." He said to his crew.
Inui and Kokonoi loyally followed behind him, while making sure the delinquents around them really did get the message by staring right at them. Both were satisfied when they all flinched.
On this day—those who were in attendance can now see that rumors were no longer just that—
—for they were true!
The Black Dragons truly are back!
Now, the real question is…how will the rest of the delinquent world handle their return, especially…
…the Tokyo Manji Gang.
衝突!
黒龍 vs. 愛美愛主
(Clash!
Black Dragons vs. Moebius)
