🎗️Yellow Ribbon 🎗️ Izana Kurokawa x reader
Song: Tie A Yellow Ribbon Round The Ole Oak Tree by Tony Orlando and Dawn
Izana stare at the blank white paper before him, resting on the cheap chabudai*. Beside the paper is a unused open white envelope.
On his hand, a dull no.2 pencil, a bit moist from sweat of his palm.
Writing a letter should be easy. Its just as simple as barfing out an essay to submit to the teacher at the last minute.
But this isn't something he could just bullshit his way through.
This isn't something he can carelessly give to the teacher who's opinion he doesn't give to a damn.
This letter he's trying to write, is to someone he has hurt.
Almost dying at the hands of a traitor, almost losing his brother, losing to mikey, getting arrested.
He remembered how they pleaded, on their knees before him, to let things go. To just stay home.
'Do you really have to do this?'
'Izzy, this doesn't feel right! You're going too far!'
'Shinichiro wouldn't be happy if his two brothers fight.'
They had the audacity to speak for Shinichiro. As if they know him! That left a bad taste in his mouth. He raised his voice at them. Said things in fit of rage. Harsh words he didn't mean.
He left them alone crying that day, his Tenjiku cloak rest heavy on his shoulders as he had one goal in mind only. Take down Mikey and everything he cared about.
He laughed at himself. "(Name), you were right all along."
It took three bullets to his chest to wake him up. To snap him out of the rage that fueled him for so long. When he lied on the concrete floor, his blood leaving him, weakening him, all he could think about is their face.
If he could have the ability to turn back time, he would go back to where he last saw them, throw his coat back on the hanger and just stay in their arms.
In the end, he's just a man. A man who can do nothing but regret as he succumb to his death. He would rather just die there now than to live with his mistakes. But Mikey, ever the irritating one, went against his wishes. The blond declared him as his brother. That he would do everything in his power to help him. Oh how he just want to rip those blond locks off his dumb head.
The next thing he knew, he was in the hospital. An old man, who introduced himself as Mansaku Sano, sat beside his bed and greeted him with a smile. The old man called him 'grandson' and brought him food.
As he was getting better, everyone he knew came to visit him. Well, everyone except the S-62. Apparently, they were all arrested and were currently serving time.
And now here he is, serving his time as well. After being discharged from the hospital, he was greeted by chill of the cold cuffs placed on his wrists. The sano family wept at his arrest.
3 years. He had to serve 3 years for Drug trafficking, Assault, and attempted murders. That's all they know they could charge him for. They didn't know of the other things he had done. And its better of that way, lest he gets a longer sentence.
He flipped the pencil between his fingers. Its been 3 years. 3 years being in this cold cell, wearing the dull itchy uniform, and hearing the bothersome yapping of his fellow prisoners.
In those 3 years, not once had they visited him, not even a single letter. Even during his stay at the hospital, they didn't show their face.
Now he's doubting if writing a letter to them would even be worth it. Would they read it? Send a letter back? or would they just crumple it into a ball and throw it away?
He sighed and ran his hand through his short silver hair.
The tip of the pencil start to drift to the paper.
(Name) threw their heavy backpack at their old bed.
The same old mattress and the same old light grey sheets.
The same 4 walls, old band posters and polaroid pictures of precious memories decorate the white walls.
They look at particular photo. An old photo from back then, them and a silver haired boy, holding each other close underneath an old oak tree. On his hand is a pocket knife he used to carved their names in a heart on the tree.
Their parents never approved of him.
Their mother feared his status as a gang member. She believes he will send her baby to an early grave. Their father felt the same. He wanted to demand Izana to break things off with them, but even he fears the young man's influence.
When the news broke out of Tenjiku's disbandment and arrest of the Heavenly Kings, Their parents' didn't waste much time and shipped them away to their aunt at Hiroshima Prefecture. They had no time to protest.
They didn't get to even see him one last time at the hospital.
During their stay at their aunt's, they were constantly monitored by their family. They learned not to talk or even whisper about Izana. Just a mere mention of his name will earn them a scolding from their elders for being associated with a felon.
They could do nothing but keep their mouth shut, but at night all alone in their room, they softly cry out to him as they hug their pillow.
They could only pray that he's alright. Alive and well.
After 3 years, their parents thought it is finally safe to bring their child back home.
Boxes of things they ave accumulated during their stay in Horishima are pilled up beside their old drawer.
A knock on the door snapped them out of their thoughts.
"There's mail for you." The muffled voice of their mother is heard at the other side.
They opened the door a bit, taking the white envelope from her hands.
"I don't know. There's no return address." Their mother shrugged."I'll be gone for a while to buy groceries. Can you handle unpacking by yourself?"
They nodded "Yeah. I could do it on my own." They don't want to be close with their mother right now. In their heart, there's still a bit of resentment for sending them away from their friends. From Izana.
They shut the door as their mother left.
With the envelope in their hands, the sat on their bed, the springs beneath the bed squeaked beneath their weight.
Who would send them this?
Maybe one of their friends? They haven't talked for so long after all. They do miss Senju.
Maybe some junk mail? If so, it should still have a return address.
They tore off the side of the envelope and fished out the letter inside.
Unfolding the letter, They noticed the familiar handwriting.
I'm comin' home, I've done my time
Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine
If you received my letter telling you I'd soon be free
Then you'll know just what to do
If you still want me, if you still want me
They immediately went to their study table and pulled open the drawer, pushing away the various pens and papers they have horded throughout their middle school.
"Where is it! where is it!"
Failed to find the item they needed,they grabbed their wallet and keys and ran out their door, on their way to the nearest craft store.
Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
It's been three long years, do you still want me?
If I don't see a ribbon round the ole oak tree
I'll stay on the bus, forget about us, put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
"We hope not to see you again, Mr.Kurokawa."
The guard nodded at him as he walked passed, out of the prison gates.
On his hands is a plastic bag containing the items he had acquired during his sentence.
He took a deep first breath of freedom. He closed his eyes to feel the warmth of the sun against his tanned skin.
He turned to Kakucho, who waited for him. The young man stood beside his motorbike.
Kakucho smiled at him "Good to finally see you out." He hopped on his bike and patted the back seat.
Izana smiled back and walked towards the younger male.
He hopped on the back seat "Where's everybody?"
Kakucho revved up his bike "They're all waiting for you at the restaurant. They brought along your bike."
"Great. Those idiots better not scratch it."
They hastily entered the craft store, out of breath from their run.
They have ran last incoming traffic, its a miracle they didn't get ran over.
They quickly went around the store, eyes scanning around, looking for the one specific ribbon.
Izana downed a tall glass of iced water.
Its been so long since he ate actual good food.
He patted his full stomach.
S-62 members all sat around the table, chatting and cheering for his release. They all changed for the last 3 years.
Shion stopped dyeing his hair blond and let his side undercut grow out, hiding his tattoo. It was quite the shock to know he gave up delinquency and got himself a job as a barista at a cafe near his neighborhood.
Ran stopped growing out his hair, settling for a short one. Rindou still let his hair grow long, but now has matching purple dye with his brother. Stopped wearing his glasses as well. The brothers have decided to pursue higher education, the two decided to major in business management.
Mochi is currently being groomed by his parents to someday take over their Real estate company. The young man now sports a slick back short hair.
Kakucho is pursuing higher education as well, the young man is starting to major in psychology. He plans to be a child psychiatrist in the future.
Muto is nowhere to be found. According to the others, his mother shipped him to live with his father at the US.
A smashed chocolate cake rest on the table. The icing that used to spell 'Welcome Back King!' no longer eligible and most letters missing, now can be found on Shion's face.
The goof just stood there and took the cake to the face anyway.
Izana glanced at Ran, particularly his expensive watch to see the time.
"It's time." He stood up.
Everyone around the table turned silent, all looking at their King.
Kakucho wiped his mouth clean with a napkin, "what is it?"
"What are we gonna do there? Ya wanna beat somebody up?" Mochi asked, nursing his glass of iced tea.
"I need to check the oak tree."
Bus driver, please look for me
'Cause I couldn't bear to see what I might see
I'm really still in prison and my love, she holds the key
A simple yellow ribbon's what I need to set me free
And I wrote and told her please
The gang sped through the streets with their bikes on convoy behind Izana's.
As Izana rode his bike around the city, the wind caressing his face, he couldn't help but think of them. (Name).
A thousand thoughts ran through his mind.
Did they receive the letter?
He wishes they could find it in their heart to forgive him. To give him one more chance.
He wants to change. To be a better man for them.
He remembers how their Father scowls at him, how their mother feels uneasy around him.
He could understand why. If he were on their shoes, he wouldn't accept him either.
Yet, despite their parents protests, they still chose to be with him. Sneaking out their bedroom window at night to jump right into his arms.
Late night rides along the city, stargazing as they lay down at the grass, talking about their day. Their future.
Will those same arms wrap around him once more?
The answer lies at where they had their first anniversary.
Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
It's been three long years, do you still want me?
If I don't see a ribbon round the ole oak tree
I'll stay on the bus, forget about us, put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
The men parked their bikes at the park entrance.
Izana hopped off his bike and started running, the others close behind him.
"Please. please. (Name), please." he whisper as he ran towards the familiar place.
The tree where he carved their names as proof of his devotion. Where he declared his love for them. Where he spilled his heart out. His dreams. His fears.
Now the whole damned bus is cheerin'
Kakucho and the rest of the former S-26 stood confused of what they are seeing.
And I can't believe I see
Tears spilled from his violet eyes at the sight before him.
Right there, the once big oak tree is now glowing yellow from the bright ribbons tied everywhere around it. From its thick trunk to its many branches. At the middle of the trunk, the only spot not covered by the ribbon is the heart he carved years ago. Their names still there.
A hundred yellow ribbons round the ole oak tree
Beneath the old oak tree stood them. (Name). Leaves and bits of twig sticking out of their hair, their face flushed and a bit tired from their handiwork.
They look at him, eyes shining bright and the biggest smile on their face.
"Izana!" They cried out to him, they spread their arms open wide for him.
He ran to them and dove into their arms. He hugged them tight like he's afraid they would slip away again.
(Name) has so many things to say to him. Their apologies for not being there by side at the hospital, not visiting him or not even a call during his time in prison.
But unfortunately they couldn't tell any other word than "I love you...so much." between sobs.
Izana kissed their cheek "I love you too."
After 3 long years being behind bars, he's finally where he belongs.
Tie a ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
Tie a ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
Tie a ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
Tie a ribbon 'round the ole oak tree
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A/N: I was listening to the song then this scenario popped into my mind.
