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Flashy Stripes | Bōsōzoku!AU

yuutxs:

Posing as he stood before the smaller, he tended his head cutely and batting his lashes at the other; surely, he’d be blind if he didn’t notice anything different on Yuuto, he putting a lot of effort into his make-up and dress-up (aside from the leather jacket, that was a given of course) – and now he made excuses for the little rumble he had with Ashikiba at the base, when truth is, he was merely late because he took his sweet time beating his face. “Oh~… it was a mess… but hey… leader to the rescue, am I right?” He chuckled lamely, looking down as he held a hand up to his mouth to hide his teeth like any girl would do.

All the while, he was hearing some of the gossip too; his past as a crossdresser. Well – in all honesty – he would still look damn good in a frilly dress or short skirts, with thigh highs snug around his well-toned legs… but code was code. And he wanted to make himself a name as Shinkai Yuuto – not Shinkai Hayato, who was merely tagging along with Arakita. There was no need for him to follow anyone like a lapdog and hope for the best. Surely, somehow, he ended up to follow suit to Naruko, but… that was differently. Shinkai simply hoped that the other would not find actual evidence to support the whole ordeal —- as long as it was talk, and as long as the boy wasn’t mentioning it, it might as well just be empty and hateful babbling of jealous people.

“Ah–” Once he was addressed as to why they were meeting, Yuuto felt as if he had been cornered; he never gave a reason, did he? He was hoping to actually think of something once he arrived, but then the whole panic-mode happened at the base with Ashikiba, who then riled up Doubashi, and it was Yuuto’s task to somehow calm them down again before leaving… it totally slipped his mind to come up with an ‘excuse’ so to speak —- and now he stood there like an idiot, though he attempted to pokerface his way towards Shoukichi. “Actually… I forgot. Hehehe… that whole thing with the boys at the base made my brain draw a complete blank… ah– I’m an idiot~!” Chuckling playfully, he stuck out his tongue and winked at the man, moving his fist to bonk lightly against his own head cutely – again, it was one of his small efforts to seem more likeable towards the smaller.

Hopefully… that would not mess up that whole evening?!

“B-But… I guess… n-now that we are here…” Bending down then to be face-to-face with the other, he simply smiled at him with bright eyes; the black-haired male was known for being oblivious to personal space and how to keep said space between people. “…we should hang out, shouldn’t we? Maybe… along the night… I’ll remember and I’ll go ‘WAH!! There it is! That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, Naruko~!’, right?!”

—— ‘please don’t say no!!! PLEASE DON’T SAY NO!!!!!’ ——

he wasn’t nosey enough to ask questions about what happened ( luckily for yuuto ), since he knew that there was some fights behind doors at his base too that he would not be open to sharing. naruko knew of ashikiba, but that was the extent of his knowledge -- certainly, if he knew how air - headed the man was, he could make up scenarios in his head about just what the mess could have been. he wouldn’t have guessed that it was simply because yuuto wanted to spend the time putting makeup on his face. in all honesty, telling the truth wouldn’t have set his mind wandering, rather -- he could understand that the other had appearances to keep. it wasn’t like naruko’s hair was naturally red, he had to spend his fair share of time making sure that it was the color that he wanted -- and the included walking around the base with bleach, then red - dye in his locks. it was a look.

in all truth - there was no reason to hide such a past from naruko. he didn’t care about that kind of stuff . . . it’s not like he would have thought any less about the other for crossdressing. there was always something that others could pin - point on a person & make it a reason for them not to be a fit leader. he’d had his fair share of comments about his height making him a completely unfit leader for his gang -- no matter how many people he’d hurt or beaten, everyone still wanted to be hung up on the matter of his height. it’s not like he could change it, so there was no point in feeding into such negativity.

furrowing his brows at such an answer, naruko wasn’t entirely sure what to think -- the other certainly wasn’t as air - headed as he wanted the redhead to believe . . . and he wasn't falling for it. after a moment, his look of suspicion turned to a laughing, smiling face. “no big deal, no big deal.” he shrugged it off. as arrogant as it was, he didn’t believe that the other would be able to touch him -- even if this was an innocent meet up, rather than a throw at the wild fang’s leader. a small gang like his would be foolish to lay a finger on a man with so many avid supporters. it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that anyone would ever take a shot at his life, but he didn’t feel the need to be too incredibly paranoid when leaving his base. naruko was confident in his own reputation, alongside the fact that many of the stories ( regarding his own violent tendencies ) were true -- and if anything, a little watered down from the truth. if anyone asked him about them, he would be sure to brush it off, that way no one really knew where the line was drawn between rumors & reality.

grinning wide in return, naruko clapped a hand on yuuto’s shoulder ( he also was pretty bad at keeping his distance from other people ). “don’t see why not. it’ll come back to you eventually.” it was lucky for the other that he was an easy - going guy, especially for someone that had such a reputation. he couldn’t say no to yuuto, the guy was basically his prodigy. if it weren’t for naruko, the other would still be struggling to lift his gang off of the ground. sure, he had some good guys in his ranks . . . but he wasn’t so sure that yuuto was making a wise decision stealing men from arakita’s crew. even he wasn’t on the man’s favorite’s list.

bibibicicletta

Sink your Teeth in | Bōsōzoku!AU

@speedmcn

“Chicken-headed beaaaaaaaan…”

The lanky male approached Naruko from behind, bending down once he was right behind him, towering above the other and looking at him upside-down with beady fish eyes, smiling in a manner to have his long tongue stick out and drool while he cackled.

“How come you’re around here in town? Didn’t Yamaguchi-kuuun and Tsuji-kuuuun tell you that this is my territory, haaaah??? Pfffff– s-…seaweeeeeed… seaweed needs to be removed…”

Not attempting to move around the other, he merely would wait to be faced by the smaller; surely, he was aware that if anything, it was Akira who had been lurking around in the enemy’s territory by himself, wanting to cause some trouble, simply feeling the urge to provoke the Tiger from Osaka (as he called himself with lame pride and patriotic antics, it was laughable). Surely, he was acting out of his own way – while preaching to his underlings that they had to go by the plan, phase-by-phase and not mess up any microscopic step of his, Midousuji didn’t feel like remaining in the shadows tonight. Perhaps he just missed the adrenaline that rushed through his veins when standing vis-à-vis with the Wild Fangs leader? Not that he’d ever admit such heinous feelings…

“Are you trying to steal my zakus the way you’ve stolen the Green Tarantula from the Mad Hatter, huh?! Pfffff–pupupuuuu… go ahead. Steal them. Steal all of them. They’re just bugs over bugs over bugs, overpopulating the area…” Clicking his teeth together as he grinned at the redhead, he stood tall again though looking upwards to the sky instead of downwards where his opponent stood, simply trying to act as if he was getting bored of the man’s presence already.

midousuji had a voice that one could recognize even through the loud murmur of crowds -- it was hard to miss that hissing, slimy tone that he used. it reverberated through his skull, making his eyes twitch out of sheer irritation. naruko tried not to be agitated with his own height, considering that it was something out of his own control . . . but the way that the man leaned down in front of him, attempting to get on a similar height, it made him want to deck that stupid, perfect smile.

“is that drool or your brain oozing out of your mouth, slime ball. this is my territory.” naruko wasn’t much for petty arguments -- but if there was anyone that brought that out of him . . . it was midousuji akira & imaizumi shunsuke. they were the two people that could make the tiger bear his fangs so openly.

searching for trouble without a reason was incredibly boring to him, if anything he’d rather be in his own base playing cards with some of his guys, or out scouting some cute girls. it was pointless to try & start personal fights with other gang leaders, if anything it was wiser to make friends, not enemies. it was a good tactic to make sure that you had a few people in your debt. of course, midousuji wasn’t a fan of being friends --- all of their ties with lizard hell came from when they were still under original management. it was a real tragedy what happened to ishigaki, but it was just business. naruko couldn’t say that the lizard hell leader was a truly bad guy for it, considering that he’d been snagging men’s loyalty from underneath shunsuke’s ( and now teshima’s ) nose ever since he first started. men were attracted to power & he had plenty of it.

“i don’t need to steal them, they’ll come willingly.” the redhead said, never missing an opportunity to be arrogant about his own empire -- after all, he built it from the ground up. was it really arrogance when he truly was as successful as he said? “i’m sure you lose men daily with the way you treat them. soon it will only be you.” midousuji was strong, but there was only so far that one could get when ruling by fear, rather than family bonds. eventually, the lot of them would realize that they could escape his tyranny & work under someone else.

#bibibiciceletta #b!

Affinity | Bōsōzoku!AU

yuutxs:

Although he wouldn’t have noticed the man looking at him, trying his hardest to look all cute in his selfies, it certainly was a shocker to have the man stand up – but not only that, actually pose next to him. Yuuto accidentally took a blurry picture in shock as he moved frantically, though his expression changed to absolute disbelief and he side-eyed the man who was grinning so happily into the camera. Was he for real?! Surely, Yuuto loved to break boundaries, invade privacy unasked and be a little bit of a daredevil… but to do all of the above with an actual gang member? That was unheard of. But even more so it was unheard of that any of the Bousouzoku-boys were willing to show their faces in pictures…

Nervously, he turned to face the man properly, giving a half-assed bow. “Sorry, I know it’s not okay to take pictures unasked.” Apologising simply to make sure he wouldn’t get his throat cut. That man looked… a lot smaller next to him…? But he was still cute – maybe more so cute because he wasn’t taller? He had the perfect size that Shinkai always wanted, not too small, not to big – his frame was not too muscular, not too twinky… it was making him slightly jealous, but he also kept in mind to not project his wishes and desires on others for the sake of his sanity.

Looking over to the products the man had scanned through, he counted one and one together; he wanted to look for dye-protection shampoo! Yuuto instantly beamed to be able and help him in order to make the guy forget about the previous incident. Bending down himself – though in a more feminine manner than the other had done – he looked at the bottles. “Oh no, you picked the wrong ones…” The boy mumbled before standing up tall again, reaching over to move his fingers through the man’s strands of here, feeling the split-ends. “Oof… you dye a lot… you really need to cut dyeing it so much, you’ll end up bald…” That was merely a tease than an actual threat, though he looked at the discolouration as well, “You surely don’t know what you’re doing… red is a hard colour to maintain… and with the wrong products, it’s an endless loop of repetition… dye, wash, dye, wash, dye, wash… but you know…” he moved over to a different brand section and picked out a bottle without much of any thought —- he knew these by heart already, so he held out that bottle to the stranger, smiling at him sweetly. “…that one will help you. It has colour-protection in it… let’s say, if you dye your hair weekly now… you’ll end up not needing to for at least three weeks… and if you use the conditioner, you could bump it up to monthly! Trust me.”

It was not healthy for anyone to dye their hair weekly… let alone the hair suffering from all the chemicals, the body couldn’t handle all of that either. Some hairdressers were prone to bladder cancer thanks to all the chemicals they worked with —- so, it was only him looking out for anyone who wanted to have a different hair colour than regular pitch-black. “I could recommend a dye, too, if you want… there is a lava-red brand, specifically made for thick Asian hair… it’ll last long enough, and with these products, you’ll not have to worry about dyeing for more than a month. What do you think?”

All of this beauty talk surely bored him, right? But… Yuuto didn’t know any other way to talk to a stranger anymore – that’s when he realised that he never introduced himself, how rude! “Oh gosh, I’m Shinkai Yuuto! Please, call me Yuuto, though… hehe…” Reaching out his hand to shake the other’s his non-Japanese heritage sure was showing – but it was just the way he rolled. “I really love your hair and your style… I just had to sneak some pictures with you…!”

he laughed as the other realized his presence in the photo & nearly dropped his camera straight to the floor. if there was anything that naruko truly loved, it was shocking people -- and he was damn good at it too. there was something about the man that was just so . . . different from most gang members. not only was he a sight for the eyes, but he also had a great personality -- at least, to those that were in his favor. he still had his rough side & a short temper, but all - around, he was a pretty good guy. he didn’t let the little things shake him -- naruko could just imagine it now, had this person tried to take a photo of arakita yasutomo . . . they wouldn’t be the one dropping the phone, the man would have torn it out of their hands and threw it to the ground himself. see -- that’s the kind of person that he was not. it took serious things to make him angry, a photo wasn’t serious. many traditional japanese people would have been horrified at the thought of someone taking their photo without permission, but he couldn’t be bothered.

it wasn’t much of a surprise to have the other bow to him & curtly apologize for the photo. he couldn’t pinpoint what the other was feeling in that moment, but he assumed the boy thought he would actually be angry over a silly photo. “didn't you want to get a good one?” he asked, since their first photo together had turned out a blurry mess. naruko wasn’t going to slit his throat or bust his kneecaps behind the store afterwards, that he was sure about. if angry enough, he could consider doing so ( he had before to others ), but in all honesty -- he thought the situation was pretty humorous. waving his hand, he shrugged off the apologies, replying. “cut that out, it’s a fuckin’ picture. not like you’re trying to pick a fight.”

he watched the boy as he walked over to the products -- this was perfect!! just looking at the man, it was obvious that he knew the lot about these sort of things. he could easily fill in the blanks where naruko was clearly lacking the knowledge. at least if he was familiar with it, he would know the shampoos that would work best for the redhead -- ones that wouldn’t cause the water he bathed in to turn a bloody red shade from all of the red that washed out with each wash. taking the bottle in his hand, he looked it over. his attention was torn from the bottle as the other walked over & touched his hair so casually. peering up from the product, he gave the stranger a look -- not one of malice, but one of admiration. “you can tell all of that just from touching?” it was clear that he really was a gang member at heart, beauty products were certainly out of his range of influence. when it came to these things, he was completely in the dark. he’d considered going to a barber shop to ask about hair care, but honestly -- what kind of gang leader went to a barber to ask such questions?

smiling at the man, he said. “just tell me what you got.” money wasn’t necessarily an issue, he had plenty of that. knowledge was far more valuable than bills. naruko was aware that dyeing his hair so often could not have been good for him, but he had a bad habit of caring for his appearances more than himself. “do they have it here?” he wasn’t expecting a convenience store to have high - end hair products, but he also wasn’t so sure about the thought of walking into a beauty supply store . . . sounded just as bad as walking into a barber shop. if it wasn’t obvious by his spiky hair, he did everything that had to do with his hair on his own.

he wasn’t bored by yuuto’s talk, rather he was thankful for the other being so open to helping him. at the beginning, naruko was almost positive that the other was going to run off out of fear right after his apology. there wasn’t very many people open to speaking to a bousouzoku, so he was thankful for the company. “Naruko Shoukichi.” he said, keeping pace with the other & shaking his hand. luckily for the other, he was no stranger to such touchy introductions -- many of the men he did work with weren’t natives. the other knew that he was a gang member, that much was obvious, but a part of him hoped that his name wasn’t recognizable. it was likely that it was -- but he could hope the other was oblivious. while some people didn’t mind speaking to underlings ( thinking them harmless ), others got uncomfortable when they knew he was the leader . . . rather than some weightless loser. “don’t sweat it. who doesn’t love some attention once in a while?” -- or all of the time.

fight me @tsxji

“keep callin’ me cute & people are gunna start thinking that you have the hots for me.” he teased, sticking his tongue out between taunt cheeks. it hurt when the other pinched at his cheeks, but nothing unbearable that he would ever destroy his pride over. this man certainly couldn’t have meant that much harm after all -- he was someone from ishigaki’s half of the gang, as if he & midousuji actually shared it. it was more like . . . he was a man that ishigaki had more INFLUENCE over. when it came to the greaser - esque man, many people held respect. that alone made him trust tsuji more than any of the lizard’s zakus.

“is there something going on that you’re out here?” switching quickly, he was fine with just talking to the man as if they were truly allies -- which, minus midousuji in the picture, they essentially were. usually, tsuji was a sign of bad news -- almost like a grim reaper. if he was around there must have really been something going down.

#tsxji #b!

bibibicicletta

Mr. Fix-It-Up | Bōsōzoku!AU

@speedmcn

“You’re really reckless, Naruko… you can’t expect me to work my magics each and every time you show me such a fuck up…”

It was not the first time that Kanzaki was expected to fix a trashed motorcycle with sheer willpower. Sure, Arakita had been one of the reckless riders, but Shoukichi was up there as well.

Taking a look at the engine, he had to scratch the back of his head.

“Man, I don’t know what you want me to say… a new engine will cost you more than a new bike… but I don’t think I could offer you anything nearly as flashy as that one, and that’s something you really press on, right?”

“come on, tooooooji, there has to be something you can do. this is my ol’ reliable!!! i can’t trash her like that.” hugging the seat of the bike, he looked up with big eyes at the other -- kanzaki was a man he’d know since he was very young & was one of the only people that would ever see him act in such a childish manner. naruko had a reputation on the street, but now they were inside of the other’s auto shop, out of the public eye.

“i’ll pay whatever i gotta, just get her runnin’ again. i’ll do anything !!” it may have been easier to just buy a new bike & customize it, but the one that he already had was something that he had grown very attached to. there was no way that he could just trash it since it would be expensive to fix. as bratty as it sounded, money was not a concern for the gang leader -- he was making it pretty good at the top. he wasn’t living like a millionaire, but he wasn’t exactly living like a rat -- even if he ultimately chose to.

“if there is anyone that could get it running again, it’s you.” he said with a laugh, trying to butter the man up. if kanzaki wouldn’t fix it, he wasn’t sure who would. he was the only one that knew how much this bike had gone through with naruko.

#bibibiciceletta #b!

artisticselfindulgence

Biker!Naruko and BikeCop!Imaizumi AU! I’m glad that outside of actually having to work on this that I actually like it. Something I thought of a couple months ago and finished a couple of weeks ago. I spent a lot of time on this so I hope you like it too.

beeenini

i love these naughty boys

Affinity | Bōsōzoku!AU

@speedmcn

While the boy was roaming the city in his usual lolita-get-up, he was not looking for anything special, really —- just having a good time.

Yuuto decided it was time for some shopping – nothing was better therapy than buying loads and loads of cute things, no matter if they were clothes, charms, plushies, make-up or decora, he would find anything to brighten his mood and feel more girly than ever. Of course, there were girls and boys alike commenting his outfit, the girls mostly took pictures of/with him, while the boys were staring at him in a manner as if they wanted to talk to him and make a move —- it was good that none of them actually questioned his sex/gender, they’d just go with the most plausible thing and accepted it. That’s all he wanted.

“Mhm…” Looking through the shelves at the convenient store, he was looking for his brands of make-up, though picking some basic things as well like soap and deodorant, the black-haired boy couldn’t seem to find one product he fancied to have. Moving along to the next aisle, he guessed that he might as well just go and look around for more items before he was heading to the next store… he was not strictly wanting to buy certain things, it was just making himself feel good to spend money on goods.

As he moved to the next aisle, he saw a man crouching and looking at products. Not paying too much attention what products he was looking for or at, he merely looked at him from afar at first: he looked kind of cute. The red flashy hair, the serious expression on his face, the leather jacket?! Moving around to stand behind him (still with some distance), it was clear to him now: the jacket literally said ‘Wild Fangs’ – and even though Yuuto was not big on gang knowledge itself, everyone had heard of the Wild Fangs alongside with Lone Wolves!!! But in actuality, he pictured the members to look more like creepy stalkers and sex offenders (for some reason?) —- instead, he was faced with a handsome guy?! Whew…! What a day!!!

Standing behind the man, he turned his back to him and looked for his phone, holding it up and starting to take selfies with the man on the ground, posting them on Snapchat with captions like “WILD FANGS? someone call the cops, that guy’s too hot for the law” – though, he also wanted to get a good shot of the man’s face, so he stood next to him instead and did the same kissy-lip-pout for the camera while he took a few snaps of the two of them. All the while, he was not paying attention if the man actually caught him sneaking some pictures or not…

if there was one thing that naruko did not excel in, it was self care. gang members were exactly known for their clean cut appearances -- he was no saint either, a bit cleaner than most . . . but everyone had their faults. he still brushed his teeth, perhaps not to the extent of the lizard hell leader, but enough so that they weren’t rotting & falling out. after all, a good appearance was the first way to earn respect. if you had no teeth & your nose had turned permanently red from alcoholism, that just didn’t look good. being handsome & clean could do you a good number, maybe not with other gangsters, but with the law. while he tried to avoid it as much as he could, no one was ever going to 100% escape the law, so it was important to hold a truce with the men in blue.

looking through different hair care products, he was trying to find shampoo that would stop washing all of his red out so quickly!! it was a major pain to have to keep dyeing his hair so often in order to keep it fire engine red like he wanted it. faded, orange - y hair was totally not flashy & looked TERRIBLE, he couldn’t stand it. hence, why he dyed his hair almost weekly, bi - weekly if the color would stay enough. was it good for his hair? absolutely not, but he did what he saw was necessary to keep his appearances. it wasn’t the most gang leader thing to be reading through different shampoo bottles, but hey -- he was a human like anyone else. sometimes people failed to realize that . . .

crouched to the floor, he weighed his options looking through the shampoo that they had available, despite finding himself stuck on kanjis every - so - often. he didn’t really take the time to be well versed in everything that had to do with hair care, only enough so that he could make his hair spiky & red. he kept his lips parted ever - so - slightly as he focused on reading the bottle he held a good distance from his face in order to read the smaller print -- it was ridiculous that it had to be so small !!

hearing someone step around him, he could see a flash of pink move behind his back. surely, this could not have been anyone that he knew? he didn’t exactly associate himself with anyone that would dress in such an obnoxious fashion -- unfortunately so, because if anyone knew naruko shoukichi, they knew that he was a sucker for anything that stuck out in a crowd. even if it was frilly pink stuff, he’d be all for it!! not on himself of course, but everyone had their own style . . . his was flashy & red -- mostly motorcyclist gear, but a lot of women like to dress in big dresses and tons of makeup. he could respect the style.

turning around to look at the person, he noticed that they were taking a picture . . . with him intentionally in the background of it? he wasn’t the kind of guy that anyone would have asked to take a picture with, but this person had some nerve. rather than saying anything, he got up from his crouch & positioned himself next to the taller. he put his hand up in a peace sign and smiled wide for the picture.

bibibicicletta

ＬＯＴＴＯ | Yakuza!AU

@speedmcn

“YOU CHEATED! TAKE OFF YOUR SUIT JACKET!”

Irritating. That guy was irritating!! While he reached over to look into the man’s sleeves, grabbing his wrist violently as he pulled him forward onto the table. They were partners in crime, but that wouldn’t stop Tooji from rough-housing and man-handling the other severely. Despite being the right-hand assistant, he was not intimidated by a mere title.

“Cheat all you want with others, but partners shouldn’t act like pricks towards each other, Naruko…” Chewing harder on his toothpick he snapped it in half – he was in the mood for another beer. “No more poker with you…” He pushed the man back into his chair as he waved a waitress over to serve him another pint, spitting the broken toothpick onto the ground carelessly. If it was up to him, he’d go home for now, but that would not be a thing… two of them weren’t here for just shits and giggles, it was a task at hand.

waving his hands back & forth, the yakuza giggled innocently. “you think you’re gunna catch me red-handed?” he teased, giving his counterpart a toothy grin -- he’d be damned if the man could figure out his tactics. he’d been searched, patted down, anything that you could think of to try & find loose cards on him by the scariest gangsters in japan. no matter how much they looked, his image still held clean. “what can i say, my stripes must just be lucky.”

while he & tooji worked side - by - side, he would never spill his tactics to even his right hand man. naruko was still young & still had a lot of time for success, he couldn’t possibly trust anyone with his sure - fire winning tactics. the moment that someone else knew, they would become ineffective world - wide. he trusted his right hand man, but in the business there was just somethings that were not to be shared -- he knew that tooji understood this well, since the other never seriously asked him for the answer. “we weren’t even betting money anyways -- one more game, i promise i’ll let you win this time, ka ka ka.”

though it looked as if they were merely playing around to any on - lookers, the men were there on serious business. it sucked to be shoved around, doing the bosses dirty work, but if it meant that he would get a pretty penny in return, he wouldn’t cry about it. complain, yes -- but that was the extent. tossing his hand of cards down on the table, he kicked his shoes on top of the worn - out wood. “these guys were supposed to show up almost 20 minutes ago, you think they are tryin’ to make us wait -- fuck ‘em, naruko doesn’t sit around & wait for assholes that think they are too good to make a meeting.”

#bibibiciceletta #y!

himehimekun

Koi no aidoru | Idol+Bōsōzoku!AU

himehimekun:

After he bowed and apologised to the man whole-heartedly, his nervous exterior would not fade away, only worsen the moment he saw that redhead barely inches away from his face; ‘He is going to see through my cover, he is going to know who I am’ The barely smaller male thought to himself, gulping hard.

“L-L-Loitering?!?!” Sakamichi repeated in a stutter, holding his hand in front of his mouth as he gasped, looking around left and right; he was right, he was sort of seeming to loiter… but he could not tell him the truth about it all, so he had to act smart about it. Pointing back to the studio with his index finger, he wiggled around a bit. “Audio… technician… I-I-I work as an audio technician… my shift just ended…” It was the best he could come up with from the top of his head, but still, it was kind of a weird story —- he would not blame the other for questioning it, he seemed rather sharp with his mind, scanning the other relentlessly as if he was able to read his mind.

As the other kept the conversation up, he waved his hands nervously, not knowing how all of his rushing and whatnot only seemed more suspicious to someone like that stranger than anything else – but Onoda could not stay calm during these situations —- where the heck was Imaizumi when he really needed him?! “I am so sorry, sir… I’ve… got to go… places… to be… business… andsoonandsoforth…” As he walked backwards to keep an eye on the man, he just so happened to stumble onto his butt after he failed to notice a trash can behind him, full on losing his shades (which were prescribed, so he could still see without his regular glasses), almost like a blind bat touching around for his shades on the pavement. “Ugh… that’s bad, that’s really bad…”

Luckily for the smaller, naruko wouldn’t recognize an idol even if he was holding his own merch right in front of the man’s face. It wasn’t gang member’s style to listen to uppity pop music, -- so, the only bits of that kind of music that he would know was if it was played at a restaurant or a bar.

As if it were acting his place to yell at someone for loitering, when he was the same -- he didn’t have any business on the property, he was just looking for a spot out of the way to smoke a cigarette. If he stood on the streets, he ran the risk of someone that he knew recognizing him & trying to strike up a conversation. Not that he was anti - social by any means, he loved to talk . . . but sometimes talking to other gang members all of the time got stale. It was the same conversations about going out drinking & taking a ride . . . not that he didn’t partake in those activities, it’s just that certain things got old after a while. It was like being a gang member was his job and he was sick of showing up for the meetings.

Smirking at the man, Naruko walked up & slung his arm around the man’s shoulder giving him a little squeeze. “You tryna quit on me here? We just met.” he couldn’t blame the other for trying to get away from him -- most people did . . . but this was his ticket to talk to someone that was most definitely not a gangster in disguise. With that nervous atmosphere that he was emitting, he doubted that he was even an audio technician. There was something fishy going on, but he wasn’t going to rat the man out on it -- it’s not like naruko just spit out his whole life story to the man. The lack of familiarity was mutual here. “Lots of business, huh? Didn’t you say your shift just ended though?” teasing the man wouldn’t do any harm, even if he seemed so nervous that he was going to keel over any moment on him. However, once he let the man out of his grasp it seemed as if he was on his way out of there as soon as possible -- until his path was blocked by a garbage can he failed to notice. What a klutz.

Grabbing the glasses off of the ground, naruko held them in front of the other’s face. “You look a little young to be working a job as an audio tech. Not that i’m all that smart, but don’t you need degrees for that shit?”

#himehimekun #b!

bepsibae

Wolves & Tigers | Bōsōzoku!AU

@speedmcn

Oh boy, was he riled up. Ever since that whole Makishima-Toudou incident, he did some research of his own —- and to his shock, that green-haired freak no longer was part of the gang he belonged to previously, but to his surprise he actually swapped over to the renowned Wild Fangs. That meant one thing for sure: trouble.

As he roamed the street eagerly to mess someone up, more agitated than ever before, he was looking around for a familiar redhead. Going around the usual routes, poking around, snooping around, he could’ve as well let someone else take this task, but Yasutomo prided himself in going all out on that bastard himself. He really did respect Shoukichi – don’t get him wrong – as much as he had his feuds and friendships with Machimiya and Ishigaki, he respected the smaller guy for his guts and whatnot. But to snoop around another gang’s business like that?! That was a no-go, a faux-pas, it was like going against unwritten rules!!! Heinous, to be honest. It was as if the man lost all respect he had for that guy in mere seconds.

Entering a bar where he knew that guy would hang out, a few customers saw Yasutomo and decided to pay for their drinks and leave instantly —- he was feared that’s for sure — more so when he looked like he was ready to bash someone’s face into the next bar stool. Scanning around, he finally saw that familiar spiky hairstyle, moving his hand to rub over his mouth as if he was preparing himself for the next best hit.

“Yo… you little rat.” He called out as he was moving forward to him, some people scattering around as they were scared that Arakita was talking to them, once he stood behind the guy, he pushed him around by his shoulder violently, grabbing the collar of his leather jacket and almost lifting him out of his seat, nose-on-nose with the fellow gang leader.

“YOU LITTLE STINKY RAT, WHAT’S IT YOUR BUSINESS LETTING SOMEONE SNOOP AROUND ABOUT MY GANG, HAH??? WHAT’S IT TO YOU??? WHAT HAPPENED TO GANG CODE, YOU PIECE OF SHIT?”

Lifting him up the and pressing him against the bar counter, he heard the bartender call for security, ready to get kicked out, but nonetheless he shook him in a manner to bang the back of his head against the counter.

“IF YOU GOT BEEF YOU FACE ME LIKE A MAN! IF YOU WANNA KNOW SOMETHING, YOU ASK ME FACE-TO-FACE. YOU HEAR ME??? NONE OF THAT LIZARD HELL CRAP, OR YOU’RE DEAD!!! I’LL KILL YOU!!! I WILL KILL YOU!!!!”

Sometimes, naruko just couldn’t control a certain green - haired man that he allowed into his gang. He loved makishima, don’t get him wrong -- great guy, great teammate. But when it came to following directions, or rather not pushing certain rules, the other was impossible to control. If there was one place that the wild fangs had to avoid, it was the toudou inn. It was a known place for the lones wolves to spend their time & frankly, naruko didn’t want to get mixed up into some big trouble. As much as he loved to cause hell, a gang war wasn’t something that anyone needed.

Sitting alone, no member of his gang around him, naruko was placed at the head of the bar enjoying a quick drink. Going out for long nights wasn’t his thing, while he was on the wild side -- bars became pretty stale after two in the morning. It was just easier to grab himself a drink to keep himself buzzed & cut out into the night to find something else to peak his interest. In such a big city, you only had to walk a few blocks to find trouble . . . at least trouble that was worth sticking your nose into. He wasn’t walking around trying to play hero, but good deeds gave gangs a good reputation. Not that naruko was out to look good, he simply didn’t want the police knocking at his door -- doing the men in blue a few favors once in a while was a strategic move.

The wave of people backing out of the bar gave naruko the warning that someone strong just walked through the doors -- & if not him, he could think of only a few possibilities . . . midousuji akira, tsuji akihisa, or arakita yasutomo.

Naruko wasn’t shaken to find himself nose - to - nose with the latter. Actually, he expected it -- once he was told by makishima what had happened at the toudou inn, he was waiting for an angered visit from the leader of the lone wolves. There was lines that had not been meant to cross & makishima had cross all of them with a big cheshire - like sneer on his kisser. He wasn’t surprised that anyone would be offended by the actions of his right - hand man. Even the redhead was a bit shaken to hear the stories that he was told.

For once, rather than a childish grin & an arrogant laugh, there was a serious look playing on the smaller’s face. “Let’s just talk about this.” of course, he couldn’t sit here and throw one of his men under the bus, he would have to say that it was an error on his own part. When you got down to it, the actions of his men were simultaneously his own as well. Trying to blame the entire situation on makishima would only make him look like a coward, and worse -- a terrible leader. “i’m not going lizard hell here on you.” he said with a laugh, despite how the situation looked to any spectators.

#bepsibae #b!

Flashy Stripes | Bōsōzoku!AU

@speedmcn

Yuuto swore himself years ago to not go back to his feminine behaviour when he started wearing leather on his back, proudly announcing Hornet Poison on his back as if it was his life’s motto. And surely, one way or another it was his motto. Japanese hornets were one of the most poisonous animals on that island – they were more aggressive than your regular hornets overseas in America and Europe, they were larger and an actual threat to other animals (and humans). They were territorial and vicious. If anything, he was proud to call himself a hornet like that – they looked like bugs, but they had it inside of them to fight. And that’s exactly how the black-haired boy was. All the while he was counting on Ashikiba and Doubashi, there were things that only an influential figure could manage to do, someone with more power than a rookie-gang could have.

Usually, other gangs were very dismissive of rookies, unless they’d join their gang. To have a rookie gang form itself as a rival was outrageous, almost bratty. But that was just his style – he was not expecting kindness from anyone, Arakita surely was distrusting of him, while Midousuji would only cooperate if it meant to have any profit out of it – Imaizumi didn’t want anything to do with a rookie gang when he tried to find a foot in his current one… and not in his wildest dreams did he imagine that one of the top four ranking gangs was actually out there to have his back: no other than Wild Fangs.

Naruko Shoukichi, a small man with the soul of a tiger lurking underneath; nobody should underestimate him, really. And Yuuto was the last one to actually go out of his way to do such outrageous things, he was more than thankful that the man was always there to look out for him and his gang, give them a little push, share territories and jobs. It was a nice way of getting on your on two legs and start to learn how to walk. Nobody was able to teach themselves how to walk as a child, they’d always need a parental figure in their life for such a thing, isn’t it so?

But as much as he swore himself to leave behind all these cute and effeminate things, something inside of him was just prodding against the back of his head, like a restless drum, when it came to said redhead. If he didn’t know any better, he was more than just idolising the man, really. And it was easy to tell by the way he was using make-up in order to make his face appear more appealing, more feminine and less rough than he’d allow himself to appear when he was out there for mere business. As much as this was a business meeting, the long-lash-mascara and glossy lips said otherwise. Surely, he was able to get a look that would not scream ‘girly’ —- after all, he had the experience with make-up to make himself look androgynous if anything. But even Ashikiba took note of that behaviour.

“Aren’t you going to meet Makishima…?” – “Naruko is his name.” – “Ah, yes… yes… Naruko. So… why are you putting on mascara?” – “It’s my war paint…” – “HAH? A-Are you going to fight with Naruko? I thought he was our friend…?!?!” – “Haha… you’re gullible, Kiba…” – “Basshi! Basshi!? I think Yuuto-chan wants to fight Naruko?!”

He made his way through dark alleys to meet up the man, and once he found him leaning against a brick wall, smoking, he approached him, one hand stuffed into the pocket of his jacket, the other lifted up to greet the man with a waving motion, tending to the side cutely to appear a little smaller next to him. “Wahoo~ sorry, if you had to wait a little longer… I had a situation with Ashikiba.” That was one way to say that he gave him a full on panic-attack for telling him that he was putting on war paint… what an airhead!

the wild fangs weren’t known for their generosity, but naruko was an easy enough guy to get along with. he was violent & pushy, but far more reasonable than many other street thugs. not necessarily gallant to the public, but when people understood the bond of non - blood related men, they cold understand just how he could be a good guy on his own terms. you could bet it would be on his own terms too, he was not a man easily swayed by others. there was a reason that his gang was thriving alongside the big shots -- because he didn’t take shit. kindness only could stretch so far. if he knew that someone was taking advantage of his kindness . . . well, it simply wouldn’t end well. tigers had claws just as sharp as any other creature, no matter how skinny & nimble they could be.

rookie gangs were few & far between, but naruko was a little bit more lenient to help out than most -- after all, he’d been there himself. he’d be damned before he’d allow himself to become an underling working underneath of someone else. nothing was flashy about listening to orders. if one really wanted to be flashy, they had to stand proud with their own logo on the back of their jacket, not the symbol of someone else. walking around with some shitty rabbit on his back would have been shameful, & now look -- who was the big name between him & imaizumi’s friends? surely, he had far more influence.

it was surprising to him that the lone wolves didn’t take yuuto’s group under their wing a little more, considering the boss & his older brother were . . . a thing? he wasn’t sure. but naruko knew better than to bring it up, considering that it was very potentially a sore subject with the boy. he knew first hand that arakita was a tough guy to deal with -- half the time, he couldn’t possibly be someone to rely on when his feelings were so back & forth.

he’d heard some interesting rumors about the other -- considering that people were beginning to take note of the truce between the wild fangs & the hornets. he’d heard things about cross dressing & feminine mannerisms that yuuto was accused of having. all of these things meant absolutely nothing to naruko. they were just things people would tell him trying to persuade him out of helping the younger -- but, what was the point of it all? it’s not like it mattered if he did all of those things . . . maybe it wasn’t fitting of a gang leader, but he hadn’t caught the other in such an act. he would be the last to tease someone for being too feminine - looking as a leader, considering that people had been constantly shitting on him for his height & look where he was now. sitting much higher than any of them.

tossing his cigarette on the ground, naruko snuffed it out with the sole of his boot as he walked a few steps to meet yuuto. “yo, yuuto.” he replied, skipping out on waving back to the man. instead, he offered a flashy grin, showing off the fangs that helped name his gang. “sounds like a mess.” of course, the redhead knew very well who ashikiba was. frankly, if you met ashikiba, you’d never forget him. he was always looming over you, not because he wanted to -- but because he had to with his towering height. aside from the height, he had an . . . unforgettable personality to say the least.

looking over the other carefully, naruko was still unsure of just why yuuto had called him out here for. he never outwardly asked for help, it was normally a situational sort of thing -- where if they got caught up in something, the wild fangs would come & finish it up for them. simple as that. “did something happen?” -- he hinted, not knowing what the rush was to come and meet that night.

himehimekun

アキハバLOVE | Idol/Bōsōzoku!AU

himehimekun:

It stunned her how well he was coping with that kind of attention, even going as far as to stare right back at these people, almost as if he wanted to tell them to back off, as if he was ready to pick another fight —- surely, he was holding back around her, perhaps he had a little sister and he just got used to being more behaved around a female? She could only wonder, but she was admiring him for that kind of confidence, really. Despite the fact that she (or rather Oukiname-chan) was adored by many, her confidence was actually non-existent. She was – in the truest sense – a push-over. Just letting others tell her what to do or what she was supposed to do, mostly because it was her job to do as she was told to. There were many, many times she actually thought about how it would be like to have a boyfriend —- but then she not only remembered her contract, but also the fact that anyone would only date her for her status, not for herself. So, perhaps it was perfectly fine to have such a contract, therefore not having much freedom in pursuing a relationship. Of course, she could always talk to her producer and she could always talk to her managers, and there would always be a way to support her for when she was ready for a relationship… but the truth was, she kind of… didn’t see it. At least not for Onoda Sakamichi.

Once they met eye-to-eye, she could tell by the way he looked at her that he was not believing her —- and more so, that she made herself more suspicious than she wanted to. Nervously, she toyed with the collar of his jacket still, trying to seem as calm as she could, but she was really bad at hiding her emotions. Just by the way he curtly replied to her attempt at misleading his thoughts, she knew that he was not pleased with the little (to none) information he received from her. “I know, you’re not trying to hide that… you wouldn’t wear it on the back of your jacket, if you wanted to keep it a secret… I’m sorry…” She apologised for messing up that whole explanation, lowering her head lightly in defeat. It was kind of… rude, wasn’t it? To point that out and compare it to her situation. He was flaunting with what he had, but she thought that maybe she was not clear enough with her thoughts; she really had to train to articulate her thoughts more properly. “But I am sure that you have a very nice side of you too – aside from your hot-headed temper. You have a good heart, but I think, showing a good heart in your circles would be a defeat.” Peeking up, she shook her head softly. “I don’t think it’s a defeat to be gentle. You’ve protected me, in a way. And that was the first time someone was this nice to me.” She was not even exaggerating —- the only times people were nice was when she had her idol persona mode on —- it was kind of depressing. “I don’t mind seeing your rough side, I don’t mind seeing your kind side. I guess, both are you. Just do me a favour and never be ashamed of your soft side. ‘Cause… sometimes… you can forget yourself on the way.” Trying to explain her own feelings and thoughts and projecting them onto the redhead was one of the only ways she could manage, though shaking her head once more as she looked down. “Actually, nevermind. I was just rambling and babbling nonsense. I am sorry.”

When she thought that it was all over and done with —- that finally, the time has come for her identity to be revealed to the man —- it was as if her life passed right before her eyes… almost made her dizzy and short on breath. Her hands trembled poorly when she held onto his jacket so tightly, wanting to be eaten alive by the floor underneath her and disappear into a world where nobody would ever again call her ‘Oukiname-chan’, a world where people would actually look at Onoda Sakamichi and say ‘Nice to meet you, let’s be friends!’. But all the while she was practically hyperventilating about anyone finding out about her presence in this very store, she felt the man’s fingers tenderly hook on the strings of her facemask. She didn’t fight back, not wanting to cause a scene, but she felt her heart drop into her stomach and down to the ground for sure —- was he checking her face out with the figurine that stood in the corner of the store? Was he finally getting it?! Inside her head it was a rumbling noise, a conversation between her (if you could call it such, it was mostly just yelling and screaming), ‘You’re done for!!! He will know!’ – ‘Please, don’t let him get it, please don’t…’ – ‘I just want him to be nice to me for myself, not for Oukiname-chan!!!’, the excitement surely made her cheeks flush up intensely, not to mention how her heart was practically beating and thrusting against her throat, it was hard to breathe, hard to swallow.

Unable to read his thoughts, but seeing the confusion, she waited for him to speak up at last —- “You’re right, I don’t get it.” —- the words echoing in the back of her head as she calmly blinked up at him, trying to read his eyes if he was just saying one thing and thinking another, but truly… he must’ve been clueless. Feeling how he put the mask back in place, she exhaled softly and rolling her head down, “よかった” she sighed in relief, her arms feeling so heavy from the stress she just endured that she was unable to hold up his jacket anymore, more so tugging on the material as her arms sunk, she was sure, if she didn’t hold onto him like that, her knees would’ve given up unto the weight she felt on herself, giggling quietly. “I’m glad that you don’t get it…” She moved away from him and nodded her head towards the cashier as a sign for them to get out of the store sooner than later.

Waiting for Naruko to put the boxes onto the counter, she politely greeted the cashier, though he practically ignored her —- of course, the guy must think that she was just the accessory-girlfriend while the merchandise was actually all Shoukichi’s. It was nothing new to be rendered in these stereotypical ideas of people, but it would not change her attitude to be as nice as she could be to anyone. Even a grumpy cashier. Paying for the figurine must’ve been an eye-opener to the guy, but she really just didn’t care. Waiting for the boxes to be packed into bags, she took hers, spoke her ‘goodbye’s to the man as she waited for the redhead before they’d walk out of the store together.

Just by the door, she glanced over to the group of nerds who gathered around her figurine and vividly discussed matters to each other. “No, you don’t understand, man, if i met Oukiname-chan, I would ask her to be my girlfriend!” – “Dream on, buddy, she probably would date an idol, man… like someone really handsome…” Sakamichi stood there and looked over at these men, wondering just why they were so sure that they’d want to date a fake-persona. What was it that was so lovable about Oukiname-chan that she was missing? She was her, sharing the same body. “Pffff, an idol guy —- they have strict contracts about dating anyway…” – “SO DOES SHE PROBABLY, YOU MORON.” – “Just grab the DVD already and let’s pay…”

Once they took what they wanted and went off, she still stood there, staring at the smiling life-size figure of Oukiname-chan, feeling a twist in her stomach; it was not fair. She hated it so much. She hated them. It was so cruel to think that way – it was cruel to think that she hated her fans —- but they were disgusting. Not the girls, no, they were looking up to her and just tried their best to behave. But the men… they were really… primitive apes. Moving towards the installation then, she took a look at the DVD case, at the images of herself – trained smiles, trained poses, trained dances, trained song lyrics… it was like looking at an elaborate lie, really. Lost in thoughts, she really wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings, though looking over to Naruko shortly, as if she wanted him to come closer and take a look himself. She really was curious now. “What do you think of her, Oukiname-chan? She’s a really popular idol…” She lamely said, knowing that he probably didn’t know her (surely, a gang guy had better things to do than scream about idols, she presumed), so she… wanted to see his reaction.

attention was never something to be feared -- at least, not in his eyes. when you wore a jacket, as flashy as his, especially around the big areas in japan, you were bound to get attention in boat - loads. not all of that attention would ever be entirely positive, maybe not even half of it. but like they said, ‘bad publicity is still publicity’, he was still managing to pay his bills & feed his family back in osaka. that’s all that really mattered at heart -- his family, blood - related & not, they were his top priority above the rest of the world. while, his personality was usually far more explosive, naruko got into the habit of holding himself back, not only around his younger sister, but all of his family together. his mom would have a heart attack if she saw the way that her son acted on a daily basis -- not to mention, he was sure she would go around furiously bowing & apologizing to anyone he’d ever shot a nasty eye to. she was just that kind of woman, & he couldn’t stand to disappoint her like that. it was better to just conceal the anger, the violence, all of it, just to protect that pretty little picture that she had of her son inside of her head. even if he wouldn’t admit it, sometimes it was that silly little ideal she had for him that kept him human -- becoming completely heartless would only break her. he couldn’t stomach that thought. she’d already been broken by her own husband. to let every man in her life disappoint her would be entirely heartless.

watching as the woman’s bravery practically crumpled up in front of him, he felt horrible. was he too harsh? he really didn’t mean to be so blunt. it just happened naturally -- & most had the same reaction as she. they would simply crumple up & apologize to him. in truth, all he really wanted was a real answer to his question . . . all of this mystery . . . it wasn’t as attractive as magazine aimed at pre - teen girls made it out to be ( he could thank his younger sister for that kind of knowledge ). he wanted to immediately tell her that it was fine, that she wasn’t expected to know a single thing about gang culture . . . but naruko ended up just sitting there with his lips pulled into a tight line listening to her explanation. he couldn’t cut her off without feeling as if he was only making her feel worse. it was best to just let her speak without interjections on his part. his guilt began to fade as she further explained what she was trying to say -- it made him feel just a bit better knowing that she didn’t think of him only as the rough & tough gang member that everyone else saw him as. for once, someone saw through the outer shell that everyone else seemed to stop at -- no one wanted to see what he had underneath . . . but this woman, she could see through him. pressing his hand to the back of his head, naruko ruffled his hair a bit, trying to take in what the woman was saying. he knew that onoda was making a good point . . . and was pretty much right in her words -- but he couldn’t bring himself to talk about it so openly. it was weak, not being able to talk about his feelings, but at the same time . . . he just couldn’t do it. explaining his life to this girl that he just met seemed like it might be a bit too early. not to mention -- in public, he had to be the tiger king, not naruko. in truth, it was much similar to her situation.

her relief to his confusion was unexpected . . . was she really expecting it to be that simple? to just not tell him & say that it was all fine. he’d already seen her face -- maybe he should just be happy with that. it wasn’t like she was some kind of demon or even a criminal. thinking back to makishima’s magazines . . . NO. she wasn’t one of . . . those either. it was something bigger than that, there was something that onoda didn’t want to tell him & perhaps it had everything to do with where they were, rather than mistrust towards him. allowing her to rush him to the register, naruko wordlessly placed the figmas up on the counter so the cashier could ring them up. he was completely lost in his own thoughts, forgetting to be polite & offer to pay. it’s not like it would shock anyone -- he didn’t look like the type to have manners after all. even if onoda made him feel like he was more than just a street rat, he couldn’t possibly look past the general feelings towards his appearance. one woman could keep him human, but she couldn’t make him forget the kind of person that he really was.

following her out of the store, he was confused why she stopped all of a sudden. it seemed that things just continued to get more & more confusing with this woman . . . not that he hated it. it wasn’t like he was completely transparent on his side. sure, she knew that he was in a gang -- but she didn’t know the terrible things that ensued. most people thought that it was just a bunch of troublemakers that like to be loud & flashy, but there was so much darker stuff that happened beneath that. things that he didn’t even want to begin to explain to the other. with that in mind, he couldn’t exactly be angry at her for not telling him the whole story here. everyone had a few things that they wanted to keep secret. at first, he thought that a group of men were just shoving her around again -- hearing the loud way that they spoke. listening to them drooling over a stupid statue was so pathetic . . . he may not have been completely proud of himself -- but he was proud not to be that. looking over the figurine, he couldn’t see the appeal that these men would have for her. it’s not like she was flashy or cool -- she was feminine & soft. while, cute, he couldn’t see why these men found her so interesting. it almost seemed creepy -- sexually so. of course, he like things that were small & fragile . . . he found them adorable, but not in the way that these men did. he wouldn’t drool over an idol, or wish that he was their boyfriend. worrying about his own life was so much more important than idolizing someone else. naruko didn’t consider himself a fan of anyone else -- he didn’t have that kind of time. sure, he had a good amount of people that looked up to him, but looking up to others was not his style. what was cool about kissing someone else’s heels?

walking up to the figure alongside the girl, he was taken aback by her question. what did he think? it didn’t really matter, did it? he was just a stupid criminal & this was . . . for people who had nothing to look up to in their life? it almost felt too cruel to think that way -- but years of dealing with the scum of the city made your emotions turn sour. he couldn’t really enjoy things like he wanted to. he could for his siblings, but when it came down to it all, it really didn’t matter, not even a little.

“if you ask me, she looks kind of sad.” it felt strange to say the things that he was truly thinking -- while, he prided himself on being blunt, it was hard to be honest. especially when it came to speaking about cheesy things like idols & interests. his own feelings were the cheesiest of all. “popular, huh? i’ve never heard of her.” of course he hadn’t. did he look like the kind of man that fawned over girls in frilly skirts & glitter? he thought that they were cute, but he wouldn’t be caught dead carrying around a keychain or a figure of someone like that. “these kinds of things feel so fake to me though . . . who actually looks like that? it’s all a show -- which, don’t get me wrong, i love flashy shit . . . but it’s kind of strange when men idolize this.” he reached out & poked the figures cheeks, finger tapping against the hard plastic. “it’s fake.”

#himehimekun #b!

metokiba-blog

“this is bad. this is really fucking bad.”

The taller looked rather nervous when the redhead was approaching him like that; knowing that Arakita-san really had no good words left for the Wild Fangs ever since that Hot Spring incident, Ashikiba sort of stood in-between the chairs: on one hand, he really did not want to mess up with his boss, on the other, he felt really bad for Toudou-san and wanted him to chin up… on top of that, now he was lying there on the ground, bleeding from his stomach as he held one hand against the wound tightly, and out of all people, it was the Wild Fangs leader to try and fix him up.

“No good… no good…” The ginger muttered in pain, more so worried about the scene unfolding. What if Yasutomo was seeing them? What if he was accusing him of working together with the enemy?! His hands became even more sweaty just thinking about the trouble he’d be in! “Arakita-san… h… he’ll yell at me…” Even though he was numb enough not to feel the pain from his stomach any longer, he felt the urge to cry with the mere thought that he’d be a disappointment to a senpai… his lips quivered and trembled, tears slowly rolling down his face as he looked down onto himself, wanting to see how much blood he had lost. “I don’t want to get into trouble…” He whined as he sobbed like a child almost.

it would be a lie to say that he wasn’t apprehensive about the other -- he was by all means, an enemy to them. though, the wild fangs v. lone wolves feud laid more with makishima than himself. despite their clear dislike for each other as a group, he never really had a problem with arakita, the leader of the opposing group. each time they’d run into each other one way or another, he wasn’t bothered by the man’s presence. if anything, they got along fairly well.

this situation was something tricky. the lone wolves member was clearly hurt, & not of naruko’s doing either. his conscience screamed at him that there was nothing to think about here, just help him!! but the professional ( if you could even call it that ) side of him said that this would only create a better future for his gang if the man was to be gravely injured. even the taller said so, they were enemies -- & yasutomo would be mad. at that, he should have turned tail and allowed the man to bleed out . . . but despite his rough exterior, there was much more underneath his flashy shell. he truly worried for other people -- just as any law abiding citizen would. even if he didn’t fit that description . . . it would have left a terribly sour taste in his mouth to let the man die. just what would onoda think?! surely, if the woman was here, she would run over to the man without a single thought about it. while it may not appear so, she was honestly the stronger of the two.

shaking those thoughts from his head, naruko ran over to the man. shushing his sobs, he muttered. “i’ll fix it up with your boss for you, ‘kay? maybe you should worry a little more about this.” he gestures to the pool of blood beginning to form around him. “i’ll take the fuckin’ jacket off if that’s what you want, just let me help you.” the entire time that he spoke to the other, images of onoda-chan flashed through his head, hoping that she would be proud of his unbiased behavior. looking over the scene again, he didn’t even necessarily know what to do himself . . . he was no medic by any means -- and incredibly guilty of not taking care of wounds well even on his own body. “we gotta get you somewhere for that, we can’t just stay here.” pulling out his phone, he readied himself to dial 911 -- though, second guessing that plan. the hospital was no place for a criminal after all.

#metokiba #b!

himehimekun

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It wasn’t often for Sakamichi to take a plane, really; her and the staff that was needed to go to Osaka (with Naruko, of course, even though he keeps telling her that he was not staff and he did not want to get paid for looking after her like a bodyguard would), but the more it was exciting for her to actually look outside of the small window, while she sat there next to the redhead, pointing out to the clouds to tell him excitedly how they looked like cotton candy; it was really nice to have the boy alongside with her —- sure, some of the staff weren’t too fond of having someone as loud and (at times) vulgar as Naruko with them, but in the long run she made the calls, so they had no word and also didn’t dare to say anything mean or rude about the boy to her (let alone to him, they were frightened).

The flight from Tokyo to Osaka is a short one, it would’ve been nice to actually fall asleep on the plane, right? Hugging Shoukichi’s arm and leaning against him… but she could dream about it after all! Stepping out of the airport, she looked at the taller redhead, beaming at him with excitement. “Osaka, huh? Isn’t it exciting to come home, Naruko-kun?” She made sure to put on her facemask after the security check and all, not wanting to have anyone recognise her this quickly, even though word spread like a wildfire: Oukiname-chan in Osaka! Big news, really. It was thanks to Producer that she was able to do what she meant to do in such a long time —- actually, ever since her first meeting with Naruko in that Gundam store at Akihaba. Finally, the time has come.

They stepped closer to the van that was arranged for them to drive the staff and herself to the hotel, in which there have been rooms booked for the guys and girls. While everyone was busy loading the suitcases and trunks into the van, Sakamichi glanced over to her counterpart, pulling lightly on his sleeve. “It might be the Osaka air, but I really feel like eating out in masses… I hope you didn’t forget about the okonomiyaki, Naruko-kun?” Chuckling playfully, it was eventually time for them to go into the van and take a seat, so all of them could be transported safely to the hotel where they could dispose of their belongings and such before the bigger things had to be taken care of —- that was, the concert, of course.