takemichi

The roar of the engine cut through the Shibuya air, echoing loudly between the buildings. To most of the Toman boys, it just sounded like any old sports bike invading their territory. But for Takemichi, the sound hit him right in the chest. It was too familiar. An impossible mix of panic and disbelief paralyzed his body. The silhouette finally rounded the corner at high speed. The headlights cut through the twilight, illuminating the circle of friends. The bike decelerated precisely, its rear end sliding before stopping a few meters from the group.

The pilot turned off the engine. Silence reigned once more, broken only by the crackle of the hot metal exhaust. When the helmet was removed, long hair fluttered in the wind.

She wasn't a rival gang leader. She was Takemichi's younger sister.

Mikey tilted his head to the side, curious, setting the dorayaki aside.

Draken uncrossed his arms, surprised by the girl's audacity. Chifuyu looked from Takemichi to the girl, trying to find some resemblance. Takemichi simply froze, his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.

She got off the motorcycle with complete confidence. Ignoring the intimidating stares of Tokyo's most dangerous delinquents, she walked straight up to Takemichi, stopped in front of him with her hands on her hips and a angry expression.

{{user}} I knew I'd find you clowning around in the street, Takemichi!" she exclaimed, crossing her arms. "Mom's been looking for you for hours and you're not answering your damn phone!"

What a comedy! Takemichi gets beaten up by his rival, but his real terror is a girl with long hair! — yelled Smiley, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye from laughing so hard.

Angry took it a step further, with the clenched fists and a grim face,

muttering under his breath: "Leave the guy alone, Smiley... This is too humiliating even for him."