Vanilla Skies: 2 Readers.
"We will never ever threaten women"
A row of middleschool punks knelt down on the ground, fresh wounds and bruises painted on their faces.
"Why is that?" M/N asked, stepping on one of the punks hand. M/N carried a calm demeanor with a hint of danger.
Often because of his physical appearances he had been underestimated and labelled as prettyboy who was good at nothing but studying.
"Because only losers and creeps do that!" The boys cried in sync.
M/N tilted his head to his bestfriend.
F/N was leaning up against her motorcycle, lazily chewed on her apple and she shook her sideways—not satisfied with their answers.
M/N kicked the boy and he flew a few feet back and the others bowed until their heads touched the ground.
She pushed herself off the motorcycle, with every step she took towards their pulses quickened.
The pair the people of Shinjuku feared—The Bishops.
They had no king or queen to follow.
Unlike most delinquents—they never participated in gang wars or joined gangs to begin with, all they did was go around and beating anyone they considered scum.
To them most scum were delinquents.
The unlucky pieces of garbage today had been them, caught red-handed sorrounding and mocking two defenseless girls.
"I don't think you're sorry enough," she muttered as she stood before them. "People like you apologise and get back to doing what you were before. How do I make sure you won't harass more people in the future?"
The boys shivered. No one dared to answer.
Even they knew they would return to their original setting after being released.
"What do you think we should do with them?" She tilted her head at M/N.
A smirk spread across his face and F/N could already see the devil ears and tail on him.
"You think your mom is gonna home today?" The duo sat down by the railing on the bridge, casually eating some burgers and fries.
"No, i think she has a work meeting,"
M/N answered as he sunk his teeth into the juicy burger.
"No I have some homework and schoolwork I need to catch up on."
"We have homework?" She asked completely dumbfounded mid bite of her burger.
M/N deadpanned at her statement. "You know its times like this that you remind that you are just a privileged rich kid."
She chuckled nervously, "dont hate the game hate the system besides im pretty sure I'm the one without a future."
"Your mom is gonna pull some strings to get you a job," he replied. "And if you do end up broke and homeless just remember your rich bestfriend will hire you as a maid."
She laughed at his statement, "as if you'd let me work as a maid. I'll probably be a security guard or something." She paused. "What if that's what I end up doing? Or i just end up as someone's personal sniper?"
The thought was exciting, even M/N could see it happening and he was the one that usually shot down her ideas.
"Did you guys forget about us?" The boys cried.
They were hung upside down on the bridge.
"Should we let them down yet?" M/N asked.
F/N glanced to her watch, only six minutes had passed.
The wind tousled through Mikey's blonde hair as he stood before Baji's grave, a fews after the Valhalla incident.
He had been staring at the grave quiet a while—revisiting all his precious memories with Baji and somehow he could not believe it.
Even with the grave before him, he still found it hard to believe that he would never see his friend again.
The thought devastated him.
Even so he could not let himself crumble—Toman expected him to be strong.
"The what?" Mikey tilted his head confused as Mitsuya handed him a file containing some information of two weird characters he had never heard off before.
"The Bishops," Mitsuya leaned back on the chair. He had done some research about the two anomalies once he heard word of them.
The duo that terrorised the delinquents of Shinjuku.
"The first M/N is a student council president at Seishin Academy, a top scholar who dabbles in a bit of fencing and archery. He is said to be cold and ruthless when he fights, a total beast."
M/N sneezed, he paused down the school halls holding a stack of papers and glanced up at the ceiling. 'Is someone talking about me?'
"The other one is F/M, a rich kid that rarely attends classes and just spends most of her time at manga stores, the mall and skating parks. According to some people she is a total lunatic when she gets angry."
F/M slipped off her skateboard and stumbled forward, catching herself before she could fall. 'What just happened?'
Mikey dropped the file on to the table after listening to Mitsuya's introduction to his newly formed idea.
An idea to build Toman in different areas. And somehow that duo was at the centre of it all.
"A rich kid and a student council president is not what Toman needs right now," Mikey rejected before he even considered the idea.
"Do not judge them so quickly, as imperfect well atleast one of them is. They are good people," Mitsuya smiled fondly at the file he had compiled.
When he had first heard of them he had just assumed they were like no other delinquents playing hero but there never seemed to be an instance where their anger or violence was directed at defenseless people and it was most directed to people that picked on those weaker than them.
They upheld a moral code, similar to Toman's and if more people like them became apart of Toman then maybe Toman would not be doomed.
"I will take your word for it," Mikey muttered when he saw the fondness written in Mitsuya's eyes. "For now this expansion plan stays between you, me and Draken."
Mitsuya nodded his head. "So when do we approach them?"
After the Valhalla arc. Toman looks to expand into different territories and that's how they wound up meeting the psycho bestfriends [Male r
