Flashy Stripes | Bōsōzoku!AU
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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!
