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Smack!!
'W-what?!'
Crack!!
'What happene-!'
Before Takemichi had a chance to think, he was punched hard in the middle of his abdomen, which made him cough hard as he tried to regain his breath, and then another punch came from the right on his cheek.
"fuhh!"
"Hahaha!"
Takemichi breathed heavily as he tried to regain his balance, he looked around to meet a group of men dressed in similar blue clothes, He immediately guessed that they were members of a gang, there were six of them and they were all laughing at him with sarcasm and disgust.
"W-what hat is today's date?" he took his breath and asked directly, he knew that he had moved back in time and he had to know the date
"Huh?"
The delinquents around him did not answer him, but only stared in amazement at the sudden question regarding his current situation
"Are you trying to distract us so you can escape, tramp?!" The biggest of them advances as he pops his fingers together ready to throw a barrage of punches at him.
"W-wait..!!"
Before he could justify himself, the huge man rushed up to him with his fist hanging in the air, and Takemichi put his hands in an In the X position in front of his face ready to repel the punch but instead of the fist hitting his face It hit his stomach so hard that it pushed him away and knocked him to the ground.
"Kh! Kh!" He coughed hard and his hands clung to the ground hard, his eyes stared wanderingly at the red drops of blood dripping from his nose from the previous punch on his cheek on the dirty ground of the alley where they surrounded him.
"So that you may learn not to open this filthy mouth without the permission of your masters, you lowly slave..!"
"Hahaha!!"
"let him know his place!Yoshino!"
Takemichi closed his eyes as they began to gather around him and kick him with their dirty, feces-covered shoes, he tightened and gripped him tightly until blood began to come out of his palms and gritted his teeth.
Why is this happening to him?
They laughed hard as they continued to stomp on him until he felt that his bones would break and that his head would explode from the intense pain that covered his entire body,He screamed loudly and shrunk on himself in the fetal position and covered his head and ears with his arm trying to muffle the sounds of their laughter that echoed in his ears so hard that he felt like it was bleeding.
Why should he suffer this much?
tears began to gather in the corner of his eyes His grip relaxed and his vision blurred so that he could no longer see anything but their shadows, He pressed his lips hard until they bleed and became red with blood, he felt pain... Pain deep in his heart and soul made him scream so hard that he struck his throat.
Why can't he just die and end all his pain at once?
None of the men above him cared about his screams and pain, on the contrary, this motivated them to increase the intensity of their blows and their laughter became much louder.
Failure after failure, he did not succeed in any of his time leaps in protecting those he loved.
No one noticed the sound of footsteps coming from the entrance of the alley
Takemishi's vision was blurred and his grip that he was gripping tightly relaxed, he wasn't able to see and hear clearly, but before Takemishi lost consciousness, the last thing he heard was a sharp voice full of determination and defiance, but warm and soft at the same time...
"Oi!!"
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Hey.. Heyyy!"
His eyes, covered with slightly thick eyelashes, curled up before opening to reveal bright blue celestial bodies reflecting the sky above him, as well as black eyes devoid of any light or life staring at him wanderingly.
Takemichi had no choice but to recall his last memories before he died holding Miki's hands as he stared at him with his tearful black eyes begging him to save him from the deep and dark abyss in which he had fallen, those tears were the last he saw before he felt a very powerful electric sting, stronger than the previous ones, to find himself surrounded by a group of delinquents who were beating him for some reason that Takemichi did not know.
Now back to the present, Takemichi stopped staring at the young man with the familiar face in front of him, who was still staring at Takemichi with a shudder, his black eyes looking like they were going to penetrate his soul and devour it little by little.
Takemishi looked around him, looking away from the handsome guy who is sitting next to him, and then noticed that all the gang men who had been beating him earlier had all fainted now, their faces swollen and bleeding from the bruises that were covering them.
"Are you alright?"
Takemishi stared again at the handsome guy who was smiling coldly and with slight bruises covering his face from top to bottom, he looked skinny as if he had no strength so how could he topple six gangsters like that..?
The man with black hair and the white shirt tilted his head as if waiting for him, Takemichi sighed, Why does this man look so much like someone?
"I'm fine."
Takemichi raised his hand to feel his head, who looked sticky somehow then lowered his hand to see a red color covering his Fingertips, He knotted his eyebrows in annoyance after his head started beating again, but not as strongly as before.
"well.. you don't look to me."
The handsome man's smile widened when Takemichi stared at him in annoyance.
"Then why bother asking if you already know..?"
Takemishi put his hands on the ground and was trying to get up from the ground when the handsome man noticed his suffering, grabbed him by the shoulders and helped him get up and straighten up, After straightening on his legs, Takemichi noticed the vast difference in length between them, the man was so long that Takemichi's head was reaching his chest and he had to And he had to raise his head to meet the other person's eyes.
Takemichi was embarrassed by his gaze and pushed him a little to put a safe distance between them, Then he bent a little under the other man's questioning looks:
"Thank you for saving me, I will never forget this"
"..."
The handsome young man stared silently with his brows knotted in his lagoon, Takemichi nervous from his looks and asked him:
"What's your nam-"
"What do you mean helping you? Didn't you actually beat them all..?"
"E-eh..?"
Takemichi stared blankly at the man in front of him as if he was trying to figure out if he was joking or not, when he discovered that he was serious,He tried to ask him again but before he could open his mouth the man's big hand encircled his wrist:
"Anyway, forget it, it looks like your head injury is starting to affect you, so let's treat your wound first and then have a proper conversation."
Takemichi "..."
The man pointed his thumb back as he smiled, showing his white teeth from behind his lips:
"My workshop is close from here and I have an ambulance kit."
Before Takemishi had a chance to intertle, the tall black-haired guy was accompanied by him so quickly that Takemichi stumbled before regaining his balance and catching up with the other with accelerated steps.
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"Ouch!"
"Calm down.. There's no many left."
Takemichi sighed and the man whose name was not yet known continued to bandage his wounds, although his movements were slow and light and he was not pressing the wound but Takemichi continued to feel a sting whenever the cotton soaked in alcohol pressed one of his wounds.
"And we're done," he said after putting the last patch of wounds under his eye, Takemichi felt his cheek where the patch was, his head was wrapped in white gauze and some of his dyed yellow hair was dissonant and others under the gauze.
He was staring blankly at his shoes when he felt the other's freshness almost penetrate him, he turned his eyes upwards to meet a black abyss that seemed to be going to swallow him at any moment, Takemichi couldn't believe how much this person looked like Mikey, except the hair, the black eyes, the thin, pointed nose, and the lips seemed to be a replica of the memory of that person he could never forget...
"So.. What's your name?"
Interrupting his thoughts on the other's question, Takemichi scratched the back of his neck and turned his gaze away from the other's face, which... In some way He was... very close to his face.
"I'm hanagaki takemichi."
"and I'm sano shinichiro-"
Takemichi opened his eyes wide and quickly turned his head to meet the other eyes, who seemed surprised by Takemichi's unexpected reaction.
Takemichi put his hand over his mouth to hide his breadth and asked Shinichiro in a disbelief tone:
"Shinichiro??! Like..! Sano shinichiro!?"
Shinichiro looked confused by his reaction, but it seemed as if he had anticipated or was used to it, after all, he was the leader of the biggest motorcycle gang in Tokyo.
When in reality he just misunderstood
He scratched the back of his head with embarrassment and answered Takemichi's question:
"Well, I might be a leader of a gang, but don't worry, I won't hurt you-"
"At what year are we?!"
"E-eh..?"
"At what year are we?!!"
Takemichi repeated his question in a higher tone than the previous one and pressed against Shinichiro's shoulder while shaking him hard, Shinichiro was puzzled by the other's reaction but what raised his question the most It was that freshness in Takemichi's blue eyes and bright like the color of the sea reflected on the sunlight, he couldn't discern that look in his eyes because it was a mixture of emotions between fear and hope, and... Sadness.
However... Shinichiro swallowed his saliva and decided to answer the other:
"It's.. 1998"
Takemichi's shoulder trembled and his vision blurred and his breathing became faster, he closed his eyes and held his head, which was starting to hurt again.
1998... This is a time that is far from the time he is supposed to be in, why did he move to this time? and how? there were a lot of questions going on in his head but the most important one of them...
Why the hell is he still in his adult body?
Takemichi is sure that by this time he is supposed to be in the first year of elementary school, that is, he must be seven years old as he remembers, but... Why does he look like he's in his fourteen-year-old body or maybe more.
"Hey.. Are you alright?"
Takemichi feels a warm hand rests on his trembling shoulder, He sighed and looked nervously at the man in front of him, the one who since his death had been taking over Mikey's dark side little by little until it swallowed him all...
Because of this person, Mikey...
Takemichi stood staggering on his feet, looked at Shinichiro whos also stood up, then he smiled and said:
"Thanks again for helping me, Shinichiro San"
Shinichiro stared at the other's pink and bloody lips that curled to form a beautiful but also artificial smile, Shinichiro knew that there was a deep sadness and intense anger behind this beautiful smile that he couldn't stop staring at without swallowing his saliva, until those lips opened to give it second word:
"But I have to go now, I hope we'll be able to meet again.. Shinichiro San"
Before Shinichiro could object or offer to take him home on his motor, Takemichi had already left in a hurry, even though he had only met him a short while ago and they had only exchanged a few short sentences, Shinichiro felt an unbridled desire to find this boy again so that he could find out the reason for this deep sadness inside him..
"Takemichi..."
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