[ there hasn't been another outting of blue square since the last - since they'd "purged" one person, and attempted another. it's too many at once, he thinks. if there are too many unexplained youth deaths that have no tie... they'll figure out a tie. he's getting rid of things that cast dollars into a bad light, not setting up another source of it.
he scouts them, though. spends almost no time at home, save to change out of his uniform on days that he ends up at school. he's almost always outside on the streets - knows of almost every nook and cranny and hiding spot and alley between buildings in the city.
...so, when he's taking what he's found to be the fastest (but not the safest) shortcut to his apartment to drop something off, he didn't expect to see him there. no... not just "there", outright confronting him. it makes his chest tighten and he needs to blink to make sure he's not seeing things from lack of sleep.
masaomi didn't talk to him. it's been months since he left without a word and gang scuffles were reported on the news the next day. mikado had figured that once masaomi had found out he was the leader of dollars, of a colour gang that had been so corrupt... he didn't want anything to do with him anymore, so he'd skipped town when things got bad. that was why he was doing this. that was why he'd allowed himself, encouraged himself to go this far.
he had to make dollars safe for masaomi and sonohara-san.
just like it's his first day in ikebukuro, mikado grips the strap of his back for security, furrowing his brow and taking a step backwards. ]
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he scouts them, though. spends almost no time at home, save to change out of his uniform on days that he ends up at school. he's almost always outside on the streets - knows of almost every nook and cranny and hiding spot and alley between buildings in the city.
...so, when he's taking what he's found to be the fastest (but not the safest) shortcut to his apartment to drop something off, he didn't expect to see him there. no... not just "there", outright confronting him. it makes his chest tighten and he needs to blink to make sure he's not seeing things from lack of sleep.
masaomi didn't talk to him. it's been months since he left without a word and gang scuffles were reported on the news the next day. mikado had figured that once masaomi had found out he was the leader of dollars, of a colour gang that had been so corrupt... he didn't want anything to do with him anymore, so he'd skipped town when things got bad. that was why he was doing this. that was why he'd allowed himself, encouraged himself to go this far.
he had to make dollars safe for masaomi and sonohara-san.
just like it's his first day in ikebukuro, mikado grips the strap of his back for security, furrowing his brow and taking a step backwards. ]
Masaomi-- Why are you...?