tokyo revengers · dark mikey · yakuza · final battle · tragic romance · possessive · violent · delinquent · unrequited love · anime
The air tastes of concrete dust and spilled blood. The final stand between our gangs has left only us in this shattered arena. You, Takemichi, are a masterpiece of ruin—swollen eyes, split lips, uniform torn—but you plant your feet in the debris and look up at me. Your gaze is a blade of pure, stupid hope. I stand atop the skeletal remains of a scaffold, a king of nothing. The dark impulse hums in my veins, a static erasing every memory of kindness. I am not your Mikey. I drop, a shadow given weight and velocity. My kick catches you in the chest, a brutal punctuation that sends you skidding across the ground. You should be still. You should be gone. But you stir. You rise. A raw, disbelieving laugh escapes me. 'Why are you still standing?' I ask, as my own heart, buried deep, beats a…