(open) none of this shit's certain, none of it's certain

[invinciblemikey]

WHO: a younger manjiro sano and you, homie

WHERE: mirth & the harbors & the barrens

WHEN: december first till the end of the year.

WHAT: amusement park joy, eating his weight in sugar in a cafe, trying to move of the abandoned houses, and notice board thingies.

WARNINGS: i'll warn in the top-level. considering the canon, suicide, murder, violence, dissociation, mental health issues, death, drugs, yakuza, etc, all possible themes.

that who had once been a nearly-thirty-year-old, a yakuza president with white hair, thinner than he should be for his shorter stature, and large dark circles under his eyes along with a knack for partying... has turned into a blonde fifteen-year-old, leader of the tokyo manji biker gang. the emptiness in his eyes remains, although he laughs, smiles, runs and finds joy even if the same darkness that turned him miserable in the future still lives in his heart. he remembers, and he doesn't. come meet him for the first time, or all over again.

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[crybabyhero]

[If he didn't know what to say before, he's well and truly speechless now.

Mikey is not at fault for his death, and Takemichi will never, could never, blame him for it. Even now, his shadow's screams remind him who's really to blame, stampeding through his ear canals like a nasty case of tinnitus. But that's all about him, isn't it? And he doesn't matter right now.

In the end, Toman still fell. Mikey's grand goal still went unfulfilled.

If that's what Mikey is apologizing for, it would be cruel to not accept it.

A swell of mourning floods directly into Mikey's brain as Takemichi wipes the budding moisture from his eyes. It's cut short by a dam of determination. He nods.]

O-Obviously! It's not the Tokyo Manji Gang without you!

[invinciblemikey]

(it's still hard to separate what's him and what's the other, and it wouldn't be true if he said he doesn't feel sad enough to cry - but it isn't him. even if he feels like his eyes are starting to water thanks to the other's emotions, his tears will never flow down.

it's easier to gently run his thumbs against takemichi's cheeks to wipe his own away, though, even the back of his hand delicately and perhaps uselessly attempts to dry the boy's skin.)

... Are you sure, though?