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Fall, When I Fall for You
A 4351 words worth of fic of Cobra and Akari slowly falling written by Khairunnisa Han
Canon Divergence, Post-Canon with a whole lot of new original characters, to which are The Hasegawas
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Fall, When I Fall for You
Those beautiful, yellow and brown leaves fell down to the ground, some were flying by the wind. It was slowly getting colder, as it was closer to winter—but not yet. Days still went like usual, nothing major happened since the downfall of Kuryu Group. Safe to say, SWORD Area had become a safe place—or some sort like that since little conflicts still very much happened here and there.
Cobra was still going with his day like any other day, sitting down in the gas station while supervising his employees. They, Sannoh, hadn’t had a chance to ride again—not this fall. They have to wait, at least until spring. It would be boring and he was already dying from the boredom.
Sometimes, his mind wandered around and somehow, he ended up thinking about that one particular girl in red. Ever since that day, he never saw her around again. Such a shame, he thought, he wanted to see her with her oversized bike again. But she never came until summer ended, and from her social media, he could tell her schedule was packed.
It was strange, since he only saw her that day, but he thought about her almost every single day. Perhaps, because of her red hair in the heat of summer, he remembered her. Silly, he thought every time her and her red hair popped out in his mind. Her cocky smile reappeared again and he smiled like a silly teenager that ended up making him want to punch his own face.
He went to ITOKAN again once his shift ended, almost like a routine. There, he found the same faces again. He raised his hand, enough to greet everyone before taking a seat in his designated seat at the corner. “Naomi, the usual drink,” he said casually—he didn’t have to say it since Naomi remembered already, but he did.
“Eh? What’s wrong with you?” she asked as she brought him the drink in a red cup. The way Naomi phrased it made everyone tilt their head to Cobra almost immediately. Sure, he got a frown on his forehead, a telltale sign that something was wrong—or so they thought.
Dan, out of everyone else dashed towards Cobra. “We got someone to beat again, huh?” he asked as he rolled his sleeve. He was ready, everyone was ready to beat someone up. “So, who’s messing with us, Cobra?” he asked again, but got no answer.
He wasn’t talkative, but he never let a question unanswered. Something was really wrong, the other Sannoh’s guys thought. But Naomi snapped Cobra out of his mind when she swatted his head with a tray. “Idiot. Answer when you’re asked!” she scolded him. Perhaps, she was the only one who should scold Cobra.
“That’s hurt!” Cobra snarled, but Naomi just shrugged as she went back behind the bar. He scanned the guys in ITOKAN, only to find curious eyes waiting for him to tell them something—anything. “Well, I kinda think of someone,” he started, and his voice was lower than usual. It seemed like he didn’t want to talk about it, and he had to do it because somehow, they were demanding him to.
Cobra wasn’t a kind of man who talked about someone, moreover with the hint of longing in his voice. Unless, he talked about Inoki-san. But that wasn’t the problem because, here, Cobra was trying to be open about what happened with him. Perhaps, they really needed to beat someone up since it has been a while for them.
“This girl—”
“GIRL!?” everyone shouted, didn’t even let Cobra finish his words. No one guessed that Cobra would talk about a girl, ever. “Damn, you have interest in a girl? For real?” Yamato chimed in, he was as bewilder as the others. “A fucking girl?” he repeated, as if mocking Cobra.
Noboru chuckled softly, initially before he waved, trying to calm everyone down. “Come on, guys. Listen to him first,” he said. Naomi nodded, agreeing with him. “Cobra, you can go on.”
Uncomfortable wasn’t the right word to describe something within his ribcage; perhaps, it was nervous. “So, yeah, I’ve been thinking of this girl almost every day. I don’t know what’s interesting about her. But she got red hair, cool piercings, and her bike—well, I think she could do better than that.”
“Oh, is it about that girl you talked about, like, weeks ago?” Noboru asked, and Cobra nodded almost immediately. Noboru nodded as well, knowing that he may have heard about it some weeks ago. He expected it to be interesting.
But not interesting enough for Yamato, because he scowled. “Wait. You talk to Noboru but not to me? Why? Are you trying to exclude me?” he accused, pointing his finger to Cobra.
“Shut up, Idiot! Listen!” Naomi, again, scolded.
Yamato rolled his eyes as he said, “Okay. Okay. I’ll shut the fuck up. I just don’t appreciate not being included before okay. I mean, I think we’re friends?” It looked like he was whining about it, but couldn’t say much after being scolded. Not that he wanted to stop Cobra from talking either.
As Cobra continued talking, Naomi scoffed, followed by Noboru’s soft chuckles. Meanwhile the other was confused with both Naomi and Noboru’s reaction. Not Tettsu, though. “Oh, you got a crush on her, eh?” Tettsu teased the leader as he pulled a mischievous smirk.
“Huh? No fucking way,” Cobra replied. He tried to brush it off. It couldn’t be true, could it? He didn’t know someone would develop a crush from just short encounters. Not to mention that he never saw her anymore since that day. That sounded bizarre in any way possible.
Despite his insistence, no one took it. “Cobra-san, your face is red,” Chiharu pointed out, making Cobra gasped and buried his face down in his palms. They all immediately knew, Cobra was overwhelmed and his crush was likely true.
Dotonbori Area was still lively as ever, it was packed with tourists from all over the world. Amongst them, there was this girl with a pack of takoyaki in her hand. “Ojou,” a middle-aged man called out on her, walking behind her with a concerned look. “We need to go back to the mansion. It’s already late,” he insisted.
The girl chuckled, completely ignoring the man’s plea. “Sugiyama, no need to hurry,” she said as she kept going. Of course, she wouldn’t be done with just a pack of takoyaki in the midst of Dotonbori. “I rarely come here, let me go around and spend some money Jiji gave me,” she added.
Granted, Sugiyama, the man, couldn’t do anything other than walking behind her to make sure she was safe. It was his job and had been his job for a few years. Meanwhile, she just walked around and chose from other tenants to buy. At the end, she ended up with several packets of food. But finally, she was back inside the car.
“Sugiyama, you want taiyaki?” she asked, ready to give him some of hers. But Sugiyama politely refused and she went back enjoying her snacks while Sugiyama drove the car for her. “Do you think Gramps would give me work again? Like, going back to that Kuryu area, for example,” she started mumbling.
“Maybe,” he answered. “We’re late, Ojou. I’m afraid Big Boss would be mad,” he added. They were running late, yet she was indulging herself freely. Sugiyama sighed as he saw her from the rear view mirror. “Ojou—”
Akari, the girl, was intentionally being careless. She was already known for her bad reputation amongst the core members of the family and she didn’t mind at all. “I hear you,” she replied curtly. “I don’t care about them. I only need a reason to be back there,” she said, shrugging.
“I know, Ojou.” Akari’s indifference towards her own family was widely known, at least within them. He understood that greatly, yet also didn’t understand why Akari didn’t cut the ties with them or why the main family didn’t disown her. She had a strange relationship with her family.
The Hasegawas had ruled Kansai Region’s underworld businesses for decades, and they were one of the richest families in Japan known for their hotel chain. Hasegawa Akari was one of their descendants, yet she wasn’t set to inherit the business even though she was the first born in her generation. Hence, she paved her own way as a photographer and yet was still lowkey involved in the family’s business if necessary. She was known for being a nuisance since her young age.
Talking about the family business, all of it was still under the head of the family, Hasegawa Tatsuhiro. They had that hotel business mainly as a cover for their other businesses and it was under Tatsuhiro’s son in law, Hasegawa Hideto—yes, he was married to the family. Meanwhile, the underworld business was under Tatsuhiro’s one and only son, Tendou. They maintained the business well and already decided the heir and that was Tendou’s son, hence Akari wanted nothing to do with it.
Despite that, in the current timeline, she was the only adult of their generation. With her underage cousins, she had no choice other than being involved at least until her cousins were old enough to take care of it themselves. It was just a matter of time until Akari could be free and live her own life without being tied down to the family. No one really knew how their relationship works, except the adult core members of the family.
The car was slowly driving into the large mansion, Hasegawa’s main house. She immediately went inside, barging in the middle of the dinner. Everyone was there as she was the only one living outside. “Maido!” she greeted as she took a seat, grinning like an idiot. They were looking at her as if she was a ghost.
No one seemed pleased to see her there, except for her two young cousins. But they had to be silent for some reason. She stayed until the dinner was over and the underages went back to their room. “You’re late,” Tatsuhiro hissed. “At least you could dress like a lady,” he added, showing a clear distance.
“Cut the crap,” she snarled, as if she had no respect for her elders. Instead of looking at Tatsuhiro, she looked at Tendou instead. “Otchan, you got a job for me?” she asked right to the point. “Come on, y’all only calling me here because I have to do something, right? What is it now? I don’t mind killing, anyway.”
That was right, she hardly visited the main house if it wasn’t for the job. However, this wasn’t the reason they had called her to come. They were looking at each other, resulting in Hideto clearing his throat to assert his presence in the room. “How’s Tokyo, Sweetie?” he asked, trying to be as soft as he could.
She raised an eyebrow as she realized it wasn’t about the job at all. “Well, yeah, it’s just a city,” she answered. “Really, cut the crap and tell me what the fuck is going on? It’s not about a job, is it?” Akari was agitated, looking like she disliked being there with her family. “I can’t spend my time more than this. I have another job, remember?”
“Ricchan,” her mom, Chihiro, called softly. Her hand reached her daughter’s, holding it as her other hand caressed it. “Listen carefully, okay? We were talking about your future. You’re already at the age to settle down. It’s time for you to be back to the family, settle down, and build a family.”
Hell, she was here, expecting a job so she could meet that one specific guy, but fate had another thing in store. “Really?” That was all she could muster after her mom’s explanation. Her family didn’t spare her any confusion and immediately shoveled a thick document right under her nose. “What the fuck is this?” she freaked out.
Who doesn’t? She wasn’t here not for this and as she opened the folder and her eyes widened; she freaked even more. There, she could see a bunch of men’s personal data which made her look at everyone in disbelief. She, rightfully, shook her head. This wasn’t what she wanted.
“What the fuck?” she repeated as she scanned through the documents. “How the fuck did you guys get their … dick size?” she asked, baffled beyond measure. “Name, date of birth, weight, and height are fair enough. But … the fuck? I don’t want to know how big their dicks are?” It made her physically ill to see that.
The adults were silent, they looked at each other with shame on their faces. How dare they? She thought as she looked at them. “Well….” her uncle, Tendou, broke the silence. “We thought that would matter for youngsters like you,” he said, and that was their reason. “We’re old, we don’t know what you’re into since you’re not here.”
Akari buried her face in her palms, she wanted to scream. “Are you fucking serious?” she asked again as herself slowly drowned in embarrassment they caused. They had no clue, so did her, and she was at a loss on what she had to say or do or whatever. “Listen, I don’t need this, okay?”
“But if you end up alone with no husband? No child? No nothing?” her aunt, Saki, chimed in. Everyone nodded in agreement and Akari almost wanted to slap herself out of it. The fact that they all agree was baffling, but it didn’t surprise her somehow. Akari expected it, yet it still very much baffles her.
She needed to come out with a reason, just to get out of it as quickly. “Well, actually, I have someone in mind,” she blurted. She didn’t. No one and nothing flashed in her mind, except that one girl with brown hair who, arguably, makes the best omurice on Earth and that one blonde guy at the gas station—or her bodyguard, whatever.
Instead of brushing it off, her family looked at her expectantly. Their eyes already tell her who this someone she talked about and she regretted it almost instantly. “You know what? Fuck you. No more talking about settling down or whatever. Everything is up to me whether you like it or not, I don’t fucking care. Now fuck off!” she doubled down and left the room feeling embarrassed.
Shit, she should’ve just walked away and ignored them. But here she was, regretting the way she handled things. She knew very well she was always hot headed and words came faster than thought, but she made the same mistakes over and over. It would be the matter of time, either they forced her into arranged marriage with a spoiled brat or she had to find her own boyfriend. Sure, because they would never accept her swing both ways.
Fall almost ended, there weren’t so many leaves to fall down anymore, and now Akari found herself back in Tokyo. But she couldn’t just stay in her studio with nothing to do, nor could she escape from Sugiyama. That man would always put an eye on her just because her grandfather told and paid him to. If only he could leave her alone, or … she could just leave without him knowing.
Being 23 and still playing escape wasn’t something she would casually expect. But it was also something she had expected since she was born as a Hasegawa. It had been a while since the last runaway, but here she was, inside the car she stole from Sugiyama and just drove all the way down the road mindlessly. She wasn’t sure where she would end up.
Years ago, she escaped from the men her grandfather sent to pick her up from school and at this very moment, she ran away from their Tokyo house. Dawn broke as she drove down the road and she didn’t stop until it was the place she remembered from months ago, Hino Gas Station. It was still closed and she looked at it from her window. “Well, here I am again,” she muttered under her breath.
She just sat there, waiting until people started filling up the street and some employee finally opened the gas station. But she didn’t spot him anywhere—there was only a middle aged man among the employees in uniforms, supposedly his father. Her eyebrow raised, then she let out a sigh before a shrug. Perhaps, she needed to walk a few blocks away just to get to that specific diner.
Reluctantly, she went out of the car, stepping her feet outside as she realized something was off. A single sweater and a pair of shorts wouldn’t suffice in this cold weather. It is what it is, she sighed again as she started walking away from her car, hoping that a little walk would warm her body up. Guess it wasn’t and it started to feel cold yet she couldn’t just stop, maybe if she spotted a clothes shop, she would stop and buy something from there.
But a hand reached her shoulder, pulling her back as if they wanted to strike her or something. She grabbed their wrist, stopping their movements as she took something from her pocket—a small pocket knife. “HOW DARE—” her words hung in the air as she realized who they were, albeit her knife was already pointing at them.
“Whoa,” they—he stepped back and raised his hands. “Chill. It’s me,” he said. There he was, the guy she had been looking for that made her unintentionally drive herself down here, far away from Tokyo. “Sorry, though. Never meant to startle you,” he added.
She put down her knife and put it back inside her pocket. “It’s hard to be a woman, sometimes—all times. Sorry,” she said. It was an awkward silence under the cold breeze, a sign that winter was almost here to catch up with them. “Wanna catch up?” she asked, still very much awkward.
He didn’t know why they were acting so awkward, perhaps because he had been expecting her to be here for months. But why would she be awkward as well? He didn’t want to ask her that. “Well, yeah,” he replied and they continued to walk, somehow he knew they would walk to ITOKAN for a reason or two. “You seem cold, though.”
“I am. Winter is coming, isn’t it?” she replied. “Know where I can buy some clothes?” she asked as the awkwardness started to wear off. It started to feel like a reunion, even though it was only the second time they met.
“Indeed, it’s coming.” He walked alongside her. Should he offer her his scarf? Perhaps, no—not now since it would be a little too awkward. “Let me escort you there,” he said, showing her the way to the nearest shop available. He couldn’t help but pity her shaking legs.
It was such a relief for her, and for him, after she dressed up right for the weather. “So, sorry, what’s your name again?” she asked. “I feel like I forgot your name, lowkey. Anaconda?” Her head tilted as the question flew out. “I’m not good with names,” she added.
Déjà vu, he thought, since he felt like he heard the same question before. “Cobra,” he replied shortly after. “Please do remember that, Hasegawa,” he added, to which Akari answered with a nod. “Are you here for Kuryu again?” he asked, couldn’t help it. As much as he was infatuated by her, he didn’t want Kuryu to make a move again, not in his watch.
To his surprise, she shook her head. “Just because,” she answered. “There’s a lot to unpack, actually. But in short, I was busy—well, I am always busy, then the main house called me. I thought they would give some odd jobs or whatever but all hell broke loose—don’t want to talk about it, though. It pissed me off and I ran away, somehow, here I am. How about you?”
The story didn’t add up and Cobra was unsure what happened to her. Whatever, it didn’t matter at all. What mattered was she was here and he could finally talk to her, no matter how nonsensical it may sound. “Nothing much,” he replied. “As long as Kuryu doesn’t make any movement and none of us get into trouble, we’re just chilling and doing whatever we do. We got jobs, after all.”
They walked into ITOKAN with a few pairs of eyes looking at them with curiosity. It was Cobra, walking in with a girl. The Cobra, walking in with a girl. “Is that the girl?” some people whispered to one another, curious yet they didn’t want to spoil their leader’s mood. “She’s … small,” and the whispers continued.
“So, I guess, your real surname is Hino, eh?” she asked as they sat, again at the corner with Cobra on his designated seat and Akari right next to him. The question met with a nod; his real name wasn’t a secret, but perhaps not everyone knew it since he had been Cobra for so long. “And your given name, if I may know?” she continued.
Since it wasn’t a secret, he just shrugged and said, “Junpei.”
“Basic,” she reacted with a slight chuckle, to which Cobra only smiled—and it baffled the rest of the people in the diner. “Well, who am I to judge? My name is pretty basic as well,” she replied. There’s a lot of Akaris in Japan, for sure, as well as Hasegawas. But Hasegawa Akari? She was the one and only he knows.
The conversation wasn’t as awkward as before, yet they didn’t have much to say since their life wasn’t something extraordinary and Akari didn’t want to speak openly about her family situation, neither did Cobra. In the meantime, though, they put an order to Naomi and Cobra introduced her to other Sannoh guys who are present.
But since Cobra hardly talked to girls, they were all in ITOKAN, no exception. “Stand up,” Yamato said out of nowhere—this is the same girl who hit on Naomi and somehow made him jealous. Akari shrugged and stood up, it wasn’t a great deal or so she thought. Except, it was since Yamato frowned. “How tall are you?”
“Usually, around 159 cm. But I actually only 154 cm,” she revealed, showing her thick platform shoes. “Not so tall, I know,” she added. Somehow, she could see everyone trying their best not to burst into laughter as they were all towering over her. She scowled, it wasn’t fun when everyone thought your height was funny.
Yamato scoffed and asked, “What are you? A small bean?” He laughed over his own question, as well as the others. “I’ll call you An, then,” he added as he played a smirk on his face, to which annoyed Akari very much. The nickname wasn’t nice either, at least for her.
“Yamato-san, please have mercy on her,” Chiharu chimed in, still very much trying to hold on his laughter. The other nodded, agreeing, albeit still laughing as if it was the funniest thing on Earth. Men are weird.
“What the fuck!? Have you never seen anyone short before? So funny, huh?” she huffed, putting her hands on her hips. It didn’t look opposing to them, since she was definitely the shortest person they had ever seen. “And what the fuck with An? Fucking An? Bean? I’m not that short!” she retorted, fuming.
Dan gave her a pat on the shoulder, as if giving her reassurance—he didn’t. “You’re that short, I’m sorry,” she said.
“In fact, you’re the shortest person I have ever seen,” Tettsu added. “And you know what? I think An perfectly suits you,” he added.
The statement left Akari’s jaws dropped as she glared at them one by one. “The fuck with you all!? Men are fucking weird. This is why I don’t fuck with men because you’re just a bunch of animals. What the fuck?!” she rambled, sighing, glaring, and shaking her head. “Cobra, what the fuck with your friend?” she asked, and she soon took it back. “Whatever! You’re also a man. Your name is fucking weird and your friends are also weird. Fuck you all!”
Cobra laughed, which was quite rare, but having Akari in ITOKAN somehow felt nice. They hardly got girls around other than Naomi and Ichigo girls, this was such a good little change. There was a nudge on his side from Noboru, who took the seat after Akari stood up. “You really like her, huh?” he teased.
He knew it—Noboru just knew it from Cobra’s gaze. “I guess so,” he murmured under his breath. “It’s been a long time since I like a girl and she’s just there, for some reason,” he revealed. “I want to know more about her,” he added.
“Right,” Noboru replied. He looked at Cobra and Akari back and forth; Akari was still bickering with mainly Yamato and Cobra was just looking at him, with a smile plastered on his face. “Ask her for a date,” he suggested. “It would be worth it, I promise.”
His head tilted, looking at Noboru with a puzzled look—as if it was a weird thing to suggest. “But I told you, she’s like … princess,” he said. “Do you think she wants to go with someone like me?” he asked. “She might as well already have a boyfriend. I mean, look at her.”
This was Cobra, someone who didn’t panic even when Kuryu kidnapped him, yet he was panicking because of a girl. Funny. “If you never try, you’ll never know. Try it first. Either she accepts or rejects you, I’ll have your back,” he offered.
“Yeah.” Cobra nodded, it wasn’t a bad deal. It was rather good and he knew he would regret it if he never asked her out. “Maybe this Christmas,” he said. “Might as well go to Tokyo to see illumination,” he murmured, in which Noboru gave him a pat on the shoulder for reassurance. “I’ll try to ask her out.”
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Never have I ever thought of writing this long, but I did. It has been posted before on AO3 and I, somehow, forget to upload it here. But better late than never.
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Once Upon a Summer
A 2,442 words fic of Cobra’s first encounter with a girl named Hasegawa Akari written by Khairunnisa Han.
WARNING // mention of homophobia Canon Divergence, Post-Canon
Once Upon a Summer
It was warm—hot even—and humid. But Cobra had to be there, amidst the humidity coupled with the pungent smell of gasoline. Unpleasant was an understatement. Since it was his turn, he couldn’t refuse it—unless he didn’t want the money. But, hey, in this economy? Never. He tossed his jacket aside, leaving him with just a sleeveless shirt.
Sitting in the shady area of the gas station, he averted his gaze. The area has been quiet lately. No fights between the gangs or anything of the sort. They returned to their lives, and nothing changed. He was still in his gas station, monitoring everything when it was his turn, and got some rest when it was his parents’.
Life was so much easier like this, but he felt like he lost something. Some spark in him vanished along with the serenity. It wasn’t like he was complaining, but he did miss some fight. Perhaps, life wasn’t so much easier for him. He wanted something more, far more than sitting at the gas station.
“Hey!”
A voice brought him back to reality. His eyes laid upon a girl, with fiery red hair, and riding a red bike akin to his. She looked hot—not sexy or pretty—but it was hot outside, and she was just … red. He winced at the sight. He felt like he was burnt into ash.
“Is it self-service?” she asked. She was insufferable. “Or are you going to serve me?” she asked again as she hopped down off her bike. The bike was bigger than her, it baffled him to think such a small creature riding a massive bike. “Are you just gonna sit there like an idiot and make your customer wait?” she asked again, but this one in a mockery tone.
He rolled his eyes. Sure, he needed the money. But can’t he just sit down and relax on such a hot day? Ah, kakigori must be nice in this kind of weather. “Wait a minute,” he said as he got up from his seat. Whatever it was, it was still money—and he would be doomed to refuse money.
The girl looked at him and asked, “Mind to tell me where can I get some good food?”
“Yeah.” He just nodded, almost mindlessly. “Just go to the shopping district and find a diner called ITOKAN,” he said as he finished filling the bike’s tank. They finished the transaction without much words. “You look … new,” he blurted out when she hopped on her bike again.
Her short legs tried to balance herself. “Yeah,” she said, “I’m not from here.” That was an obvious answer. Since there wasn’t anyone beside them at the gas station, she didn’t start her engine right away. “I’m just passing by, though. What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.” He scanned the girl from top to toe. She was small, but nothing out of ordinary—except her fiery red hair and those piercings on her ears. “I might have … seen you somewhere.” He squinted, but he wasn’t sure. Yet, this girl was oddly familiar. “Name?”
She chuckled and said, “Akari. Bet you really have seen me somewhere.” Her name wasn’t unique at all. How many Akaris are in Japan, he doubted himself. “So, what was the diner? ITOKAN?” she asked again. “Is it good?”
“The omurice is divine.”
“Omurice, eh?” She chuckled again. “Anyway, your name?” Her eyes were on him, she had those slanted eyes—almost like a fox, and her makeup helped it. But her chuckle was oddly friendly. Even when she looked like she was hard to approach.
He was drawn to her and he didn’t realize it at all. As if she spelled something on him. “Oh, right,” he murmured. “Cobra,” he finally said.
Weird name, but she was smiling at him. “Alright, I’ll go to ITOKAN, then.”
There weren’t many customers at the gas station. Cobra went straight to ITOKAN once everything was done. He sat on his favorite spot, the corner—as if it was always reserved for him and him only. “You guys saw the red girl?” he asked, eyes on Naomi. “Red hair, piercings, and all? No?”
“She was here,” Naomi replied, and Cobra just nodded at that. “Never saw her around and, yup, she was … some kind of traveler, I suppose.” She was all smiley when she talked, which somehow made Yamato scoff. “Oh, and also so nice. Thanks to you, though, Cobra. She praised my omurice so much.”
Noboru chuckled as he chimed in, “That was because you guys are flirting.”
“Oh, shut up!” Yamato scoffed. “How come two girls flirt? I mean, it’s not like I’m homophobic or something. But how could you tell???” He raised an eyebrow. He might just not like the fact that Naomi flirted with others—and it was a girl—and he didn’t realize it at all.
“I don’t know.” Noboru just shrugged nonchalantly. “But it was obvious,” he added. That wasn’t a good enough answer for Yamato, apparently. It made him uneasy, despite the fact that he wasn’t even Naomi’s boyfriend.
Doing the same as Noboru, Naomi just shrugged. Meanwhile Cobra stayed quiet at his seat. “She likes girls?” he asked with a little doubt in his voice. Why did he even care? He just met her and that was so weird of him. What was wrong with him? It wasn’t like he would see her again anytime soon.
…or so he thought. Because he met again, after just a week and maybe a half. “Gas?” he asked. She was still with her oversized bike. He did his job almost immediately as she nodded. “I heard you flirted with my friend,” he said, trying to open a conversation.
“Yeah.” She chuckled and grinned. “Can’t help it,” she said, “I like pretty girls.” She laughed right after he looked confused. “You’re funny,” she said as she held back her laughter. “Well, I do like girls but that doesn’t mean I don’t like … boys. I mean, some people are like that. But, I like both. Why do you ask, anyway?”
“I didn’t ask you to explain that in detail,” he begrudgingly said.
Akari shrugged and said, “Your face says it all.”
As weird as it sounded, they ended up sitting together outside of a minimarket. It was so natural for them just to crouch down on the ground in front of the minimarket, holding ice sticks in their hands. At first, they were just there, eating their ice before it melted. “So, who are you and what are you doing around here?” Cobra finally broke their silence and asked.
It took a moment before Akari answered. “Well,” she said, “work-related matters.” That was an honest answer, yet it was so simplified. “Don’t worry, though, I’m not … an enemy or something,” she added.
“What do you mean by that?” he asked, shooting a death glare towards the red-haired girl.
Akari shrugged almost nonchalantly. “I mean, you’re the infamous SWORD leader,” she said along with a soft chuckle. “I thought your name was weird. I mean, really? A snake? What was it anyway? Python? Anaconda?” She continued chuckling as if it was a small matter and so funny for her. “But seriously, someone who could join a force to fumble Kuryu down? That was amazing and those old men were still pissed off.”
“Cobra,” he corrected her. But she was just chuckling away like it was nothing. He sighed and rolled his eyes. “You’re quite something to know Kuryu.” His eyes squinted at her; he just couldn’t ignore the fact that she was something to know such things. She wasn’t just a girl. “Who are you?” he asked, his voice dripped with doubt.
“Chill,” she said, trying to calm his suspicions but to no avail. “Let me introduce myself again,” she got up and offered him a hand, “Hasegawa Akari, a photographer.” She smiled at him, yet it was hard to believe that she was just a photographer.
Nevertheless, Cobra accepted the hand and shook it, albeit still doubting her real intention. “Photographer, huh?” he asked with a raised brow. “What does a photographer do with Kuryu?” he asked again. But his face turned sour as he remembered something. “Wait, did you just say, Hasegawa? Hasegawa as in that infamous Hasegawa-gumi in Kansai?”
She was taken aback with his knowledge since Kansai was so far away. “Well….” However, Akari just shrugged it off. “Kind of,” she begrudgingly admitted. “Listen, I’m here as a substitute for my uncle. I don’t have any active role in the clan, but as one of the adults, sometimes I have to fill in a role they couldn’t. Also, that’s partially because I live around here.”
No, Cobra didn’t want to believe her. Even if Hasegawa-gumi wasn’t as big as Kuryu, they’re still pretty much not on the same side. “And what’s your position in your family?” he asked, still suspicious about her.
She sighed, it seemed like she didn’t have any choice but to tell him the truth. “Since you already knew about our clan, bet you knew about the big boss. He’s my gramps and next in line is my uncle, after him would be my cousin. This is my uncle’s territory and my dad handles another business line—bet you already knew the hotel chains—whatever. My uncle is currently busy with problems over there—which I don’t know—and since I’m the only adult available and I live around the area, they decided to send me over.”
“That’s it?” He folded his arms on his chest.
“That’s it,” she said. “Besides, I only did what my gramps and uncle instructed. My main job is photography. You can look me up online and would certainly find my studio’s address.”
Sure enough, that was Cobra immediately doing. It wasn’t hard for him to find her online and as she said, there was her studio’s address. Not to mention that she was quite famous and had some big clients. However, it only added to his curiosity about her.
“Why would you pursue another career when you have family business?” As someone with family business, he didn’t see the need of building his own career—as long as he still can ride his bike and stay where he feels like he belongs. “Not to mention that your family’s business is one of the biggest here,” he added.
“Well, I just don’t fit in.” The answer was simple and she shrugged it away. “Business isn’t my thing, but it’ll take years until the original heir takes the place. So, whether I like it or not, I have to do things outside of my own schedule.”
Cobra wasn’t sure about this girl in front of him. But he knew she wasn’t just a girl—nor that she was just a photographer even when the page online said so. Something big was behind her small back, maybe hiding under her red hair. However, it wasn’t his place to pry on her private life. “Either way, you’re still a Hasegawa,” he said.
“I mean, yeah? I was born as one. What can I do?” she asked wittily. It was awkward for both of them after discovering her background, albeit not all. In the middle of their awkwardness, she smiled again at him. “Well, I have to go. Getting to Tokyo from here would take a while,” she said.
“Yeah.” He didn’t have anything anymore other than nodding. “Keep it in your mind,” he said with a firm tone. “Don’t get any funny ideas. I don’t know what your business is with Kuryu here. But don’t you dare to mess up with us, with SWORD.” He looked right into her eyes, looking for any deceit but he found none. Still, he held his stern gaze on her.
She smiled and walked to her bike. “I promise, our business doesn’t have anything with you nor your friends, SWORD, whoever it is,” she said reassuringly. “Let’s meet again sometime. Until then, see you when I see you.” She started her bike and rode away from Cobra’s sight.
He could only stand there and looked at her disappearing back. It was weird; he shouldn’t get too comfortable with a stranger. But maybe he shouldn’t let her go that easily. He sighed heavily when he couldn’t hear her bike’s engine anymore. “Gotta tell Noboru,” he murmured as he hurriedly back to their usual space, Bar Odake.
As for Akari, her ride wasn’t long as a group of men tried to stop her not even midway to Tokyo. They were big, perhaps, two times bigger than her. “Ojou, that’s dangerous,” one of them said firmly. “He’s Sannoh’s Cobra, he’s behind Kuryu’s downfall. As one of The Hasegawas, you couldn’t be associated with him.” It was a firm warning that Akari didn’t like to listen at all. “And you’re not riding your own bike to Tokyo. It’s not safe.”
She sighed as she let go of her bike to one of the men. “I’m not even in the main family, you can’t tell me what to do. I have life outside of being a Hasegawa,” she said. “Also, my name’s Akari and I want you to call me that. Not some Ojou bullcrap.” She climbed to the passenger seat and closed the door harshly.
Too bad for her, because the one who talked to her was her designated bodyguard. She would have to stick with him and at least one more guy. That was something she couldn’t avoid since it was her grandfather’s order. “Are you telling me that you want to meet him again, Ojou?” he asked her with a softer tone, considering her sudden change of mood.
“You’re quite nosy, aren’t you, Sugiyama?” she curtly asked him. “It’s none of your business whether or not I decided to be involved with him. Get your nose out of my business.”
Sugiyama, one of her men, just nodded as he started the car. “Please pardon my rudeness, Ojou.” He didn’t have any choice other than to relent. His only job was to make sure she was alright. Guess as long as she was fine, he didn’t have any say in her business.
The car ride was silent, she only looked outside the window. She wanted to ride her bike, not let her men ride it for her. It shouldn’t be wrong for her to ride, but no one in this family let her be. On the other hand, she couldn’t let her encounter with Cobra slip away. She knew what she wanted, it was just a matter of time until she found the way to get it.
“I’ll meet him again,” she murmured under her breath.
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↳˗ˏˋNotesˊˎ˗ ↴
Hello everyone! Hope you guys enjoyed my fic. Let me introduce you to my OCsona, Hasegawa Akari. As for now, I still have limited funds so I couldn’t afford her character sheet just yet. But I hope I could afford it in the near future. If you guys curious about her looks, she’s in my avatar and header!
This is their alternate lore, because I have several lores for them. So far, this is the most canon way I could insert her in the universe. Please give me some feedback!! I also want to know what you think about her. Feel free to ask about her!
See you in another adventure!
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Would you post more High&Low trivia?
YES! But I'm so sorry that there isn't much left. I haven't had any time to rewatch nor reread anything about HiGH&LOW recently. Life sucks, sometimes but it goes on😪 Also, I didn't know much about the next generation (a.k.a Fujio and the gang).
Anyway, for anyone who just found this, here's the previous.
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What I write down here wasn't necessarily facts, it contains some of my head canons and assumptions, so please take it with a grain of salt.
So, here something that I left behind!
Cobra and Yamato didn't attend high school at all. They were out there riding along with MUGEN while Noboru was in school and getting to a law school.
Cobra brings a wrestling magazine with him to the toilet (yes, he's taking a dump while reading, presumably, about his great Inoki-san).
Hiroto, most of the time, didn't help around the house.
Masaki has been doing the chores all to himself even when Takeru was still around.
Takeru was the one who did all the paperwork according to The Amamiyas' jobs and his brothers were at loss when he wasn't around. That was why we found a lot of documents and related news to their parents' incident in his room.
Although it wasn't a fun fact, but even if Kuryu didn't beat him up, Smoky didn't have much time left. He got several severe medical issues such as: asthma, pneumonia, hematemesis (the main reason why he coughed blood), and cataract. It was already hard for him to see and move around. Thus, he sacrificed himself. I assume he also had Marie Antoinette Syndrome considering his grey/white hair. (I might need to write a whole new content for Smoky).
Meanwhile, Eri has asthma and pneumonia. It can be cured, except for asthma.
When P was little, he cried like "Pii, pii, pii…." every single time. That was why he is P.
Takeshi has this breakdance-like-attack that always on the beat, thus he called Takeshi. It was a pun on the name 'Beat Takeshi' (he's a comedian, btw).
There was actually some kind of changes on character design, name, and all. It might explain on why some names are different on different sources. But I guess I'll write it for the next post.
I guess, that's all for this time. I hope it doesn't disappoint you. Please wish me well on my final paper, so that I can dig and write more.
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Thank you so much, hope that I can comeback earlier and write more. See you!!
[INA/ENG TRANS] HiGH&LOW g-sword Chapter 8: Iemura-kai
This is a slice of slice of life stories about those SWORD's leaders and friends, no fighting, just fun. In the seventh chapter, we'll be with Iemura-kai (and Sannoh, of course)!
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[INA/ENG TRANS] HiGH&LOW g-sword Chapter 7: MUGEN
This is a slice of slice of life stories about those SWORD's leaders and friends, no fighting, just fun. In the seventh chapter, we'll be with MUGEN!
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[ENG/INA] HiGH&LOW g-sword Chapter 6: Naomi
This is a slice of slice of life stories about those SWORD's leaders and friends, no fighting, just fun. In the sixth chapter, we'll be with Naomi (and Tatsuya-san)!
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[ENG/INA] HiGH&LOW g-sword Chapter 5: Daruma Ikka
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[ENG/INA TRANS] HiGH&LOW g-sword Chapter 4: Oya High
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[ENG/INA TRANS] HiGH&LOW g-sword Chapter 3: White Rascals
This is a slice of slice of life stories about those SWORD's leaders and friends, no fighting, just fun. In the third chapter, we'll be with White Rascals!
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I'm bored (I need to write my thesis) and I made this. It was fun. I posted it on twitter too. It's not important but if you want to know about me, here you go.
Anyway, I want more friends to talk about either HiGH&LOW or IDOLiSH7 (both are better! and my DM is always open!). Also, tmi, I love Mairimashita! Iruma-kun. That's it, that's it. Maybe some words don't make sense but okay.
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[ENG/INA TRANS] HiGH&LOW g-sword Chapter 2: Rude Boys
This is a slice of slice of life stories about those SWORD's leaders and friends, no fighting, just fun. In the second chapter, we'll be with Rude Boys!
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White Rascals is Rocky's Coping Mechanism
My favorite character might be Cobra, but I have a soft spot for Rocky. Why? Rocky is the only SWORD's leader with clear childhood background. It's a personal thing for me because I'm studying child education including behavior, development, psychology, and so on; I could see how his childhood affect his personal trait as an adult.
You might hear it before but, yes, our childhood really affect how we act as an adult now. With a clear background in the plot, I could see it clearer than any other characters. It helps me understand him as a person. He's a fictional man, that's right, I couldn't deny that, but it's fun to learn about people.
Now, I'm going to try to elaborate how to understand his character. Disclaimer that English isn't my first language and I'm not fluent. I might have grammar errors, but I hope you could still understand what I'm trying to say.
So, let's go.
Rocky came from a broken family with an abusive and alcoholic father. His father abused his mom, sister, and I bet he himself too. It was hard for them. At the end of the day, his mom and sister committed to something I don't need to say. A whole fandom knew it already.
He was in elementary school, too young to look at the scene, and it must traumatize him. Although, he might didn't understand it. With his experiences and what happened to both his mom and sister which he loves dearly, he has a new goal: to save women. So that women don't have to suffer. So that no more women suffering like his mom and sister. He did it on behalf of them.
Coming from abusive father, his trauma might lead him to be someone just like or unlike his father at all. There's no in between. The good thing is, he is a polar opposite of his father. He devoted himself for the sake of women's well-being.
I bet his mom is so sweet towards him despite the abuse she received probably every time his dad was around. Look at them, they're so cute.
This scene is so sad. I don't need to elaborate anything. But when you're born into a dystopian city, being strong is a must. That's how to thrive.
Another thing that we need to highlight is where he grew up to be an adult. Needless to say, I assume with how his mom and sister died and the fact that his father is not capable to raise a child, he grew in orphanage. Perhaps.
He respects women, but he didn't really know how to treat women before. I mean, we can take a look on S2E06 when he immediately stops when he found out that Kizzy is a transwoman, and they went to save other women from Doubt.
I mean, he grabbed women's wrist aggressively even though he said that he doesn't hit women (like his father), and Kizzy stopped him. I have a head canon that Kizzy has to lecture him on how to treat women.
With Rocky, Kizzy, and Kaito (I might have to write about Kizzy and Kaito later), White Rascals was born. Anyway, this is how Koo reacted when Rocky told him about his past.
The wound, the trauma, would still be fresh for him no matter how much time has passed. He needs therapy, for real. Please go seek some professional help. I beg you.
But maybe, that's how Rocky cope with his trauma. He saves women, while he wishes he could save his mom and sister. He saves women, as he keeps remember about his mom and sister. He doesn't want any other women ended up like his mom and sister.
White Rascals is his coping mechanism.
He saves women, while he wishes he could save his mom and sister
I'm not sorry. Hehe.
White Rascals is Rocky's Coping Mechanism
My favorite character might be Cobra, but I have a soft spot for Rocky. Why? Rocky is the only SWORD's leader with clear childhood background. It's a personal thing for me because I'm studying child education including behavior, development, psychology, and so on; I could see how his childhood affect his personal trait as an adult.
You might hear it before but, yes, our childhood really affect how we act as an adult now. With a clear background in the plot, I could see it clearer than any other characters. It helps me understand him as a person. He's a fictional man, that's right, I couldn't deny that, but it's fun to learn about people.
Now, I'm going to try to elaborate how to understand his character. Disclaimer that English isn't my first language and I'm not fluent. I might have grammar errors, but I hope you could still understand what I'm trying to say.
So, let's go.
Rocky came from a broken family with an abusive and alcoholic father. His father abused his mom, sister, and I bet he himself too. It was hard for them. At the end of the day, his mom and sister committed to something I don't need to say. A whole fandom knew it already.
He was in elementary school, too young to look at the scene, and it must traumatize him. Although, he might didn't understand it. With his experiences and what happened to both his mom and sister which he loves dearly, he has a new goal: to save women. So that women don't have to suffer. So that no more women suffering like his mom and sister. He did it on behalf of them.
Coming from abusive father, his trauma might lead him to be someone just like or unlike his father at all. There's no in between. The good thing is, he is a polar opposite of his father. He devoted himself for the sake of women's well-being.
I bet his mom is so sweet towards him despite the abuse she received probably every time his dad was around. Look at them, they're so cute.
This scene is so sad. I don't need to elaborate anything. But when you're born into a dystopian city, being strong is a must. That's how to thrive.
Another thing that we need to highlight is where he grew up to be an adult. Needless to say, I assume with how his mom and sister died and the fact that his father is not capable to raise a child, he grew in orphanage. Perhaps.
He respects women, but he didn't really know how to treat women before. I mean, we can take a look on S2E06 when he immediately stops when he found out that Kizzy is a transwoman, and they went to save other women from Doubt.
I mean, he grabbed women's wrist aggressively even though he said that he doesn't hit women (like his father), and Kizzy stopped him. I have a head canon that Kizzy has to lecture him on how to treat women.
With Rocky, Kizzy, and Kaito (I might have to write about Kizzy and Kaito later), White Rascals was born. Anyway, this is how Koo reacted when Rocky told him about his past.
The wound, the trauma, would still be fresh for him no matter how much time has passed. He needs therapy, for real. Please go seek some professional help. I beg you.
But maybe, that's how Rocky cope with his trauma. He saves women, while he wishes he could save his mom and sister. He saves women, as he keeps remember about his mom and sister. He doesn't want any other women end up like his mom and sister.
White Rascals is his coping mechanism.
