Under the Wings of Death | Bōsōzoku!AU
@saikurisuto (onoda)
The Angel of Death was roaming the streets again and lo and behold, it was the most serene scenery unfolding before him; the full moon shone brightly from above, it looked so huge, Manami thought that it may come crashing down any moment. The stars were sparkling all over the sky, no clouds interrupting their graceful twinkling and blinking. Even though he was out for a task, he couldn’t help but slack of and daydream about this and that, amazed by the view. As much as he made his nickname all honour, Sangaku really was not a serious type -- unless it would be personal.
So, Arakita told him, “LISTEN FUSHIGI-CHAN, you’ve got to go to the Toudou-Inn and make it clear to that headband that we will remain in business, and that him talking to that tarantula freak was all a-okay as well AS LONG AS THERE IS NO INFORMATION EXCHANGED ON EACH GANGS. DO YOU LISTEN TO ME? OI-- OI!!!” -- and yes, he was listening to him, even though he acted as if he was falling asleep on his boss. And as much as he liked that headband-boy, all the rumours about Arakita, Makishima, it made him sick. He rather not wanted to see him just yet. Perhaps a little fresh air would do him some good and he would be able to proceed with his task... and if not, there was still another day, another night, another time, another place. He’d eventually get to it, if not today.
When he felt more mentally prepared to face the man without any remorse, jealousy or anger in his stomach, he stepped closer and closer to the Hot Springs, he almost reached the inn’s garden, when someone suddenly grabbed him by his arm, clinging onto him. “Mhm...?” Taken off-guard completely, he blinked in surprise at the smaller male, blue hues growing bigger and bigger upon the mention of “Arakita-san!” -- aha? Was that a mix-up? Was that person familiar with their boss? He probably had seen the LONE WOLVES logo on the back of his leather jacket, but missed the tiny detail of wings attached to it. Using his free hand to toy with a strand of blue hair, he chuckled playfully.
“まあまあ...” Tending his head towards the other, he smiled at him sweetly, yet curiously, “You’re a friend of Arakita-san? Me too.” the man stated as if it hadn’t been obvious enough due to the gang affiliation he wore proudly(?) on his back. “Did you want to go meet Toudou-san, too?” Completely oblivious to the possibility that the stranger was running for safety towards the supposed-Yasutomo in order to be protected by some kind of stalker, he merely remained cheerful until the boy would spill the beans; and by all means, Manami was in no hurry to go talk to Jinpachi...