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Traitor

Pairing: Yasuhiro "Mucho" Muto x Original Character, various pairings will be added as the story goes

Genre: Angst, crack, possible smut

Warnings: substance abuse, drugs, violence, not canon compliant, suggestive, language, blood, mental issues

Synopsis: There was a prince, his princess and his loyal paw. Loyalty is such a wide term, especially if come to love. After all, you can't be loyal to the one and same person your whole life. It's not about surviving, it's about living. | More or less canonical travel through events from Tokyo Revengers from the quite different side. A lot of crack, angst, domestic fluff from Haitanis Household. Based on an OC as the main character. 2. Zero to hundred and crash

25/10/2010, Monday

"This time only with pure intentions" Sora raised both of her hands in a peaceful manner.

"What is exactly that intention?" Hanma asked, crossing his hands on his chest. He was sitting on an old, worn armchair, on his right side Chonbo and Chome, on his left Choji had taken a place. Sora didn't feel anywhere near comfortable under him as the armchair was placed above three stairs and if it wasn't enough, surrounded by over a hundred completely strange men. The only thing that had given her a feeling of relative safety was the fact that Reaper introduced her as Haitani.

"We want to take part in Toman's great fall." She quickly explained.

"We?"

"Me and my broken heart." Sora theatrically sighed, waiting for Hanma's reaction.

Shuji Hanma was an unpredictable case. He might look dumb. He might sound dumb. He might pretend to be dumb. But he wasn't dumb at all. Actually, out of all leading delinquents in Kantou, he might be the smartest one. Or, at least, one of the smartest ones.

That's why he got the hint immediately.

"You gotta know I'm not taking stray cats in here."

"I'm not a stray cat."

Tension between Kabukichou's infamous Reaper and Yakuza's princess was so powerful that nobody dared to breathe too loud.

"Fact, you're a spoiled banana girl who thinks this is another way to entertain herself. How can you prove you're useful?"

"How do you want me to prove my usefulness?"

That was a good question. Hanma didn't know how to deal with a girl since the delinquents circle was quite masculine. However, he had to admit, at least to himself, that the Haitani name would empower Valhalla even more. Even if it was Haitani's pet.

"Every single one of those gathered here" Hanma waved his hand around "had become famous by being an unstoppable, fearless and merciless warrior. You gotta prove your power, I won't tolerate any of my subordinates bringing me shame in a fight." Hanma clearly stated. He looked around. "Eenie, meenie… you." He pointed his finger on one of Valhalla's fighters, standing in the third or fourth row of the crowd. "Test miss Haitani."

The boy Hanma pointed to stepped in front of the gathering. He wasn't anything special, just an average man at his age. Valhalla's members made a bit more space, expecting what was coming. So was expecting Sora, turning to her soon-to-be opponent. She smiled slightly and waved at him.

"No weapons, Haitani" Hanma pointed out. Sora reacted immediately, grabbing the backpack she was carrying, taking her beloved machete out and dropping it on the floor in the colorful gesture.

After this, everything happened quickly. She rushed towards her opponent, throwing the first shoot. This was quite an even fight, considering the amount of exchanged hits.

Sora wouldn't say it was going very good since she had been served powerful hits in her stomach and one in her jaw. Valhalla's warrior wasn't holding back just because he was fighting a girl, which Sora quite appreciated.

In the end, she managed to pull him to the ground and catch his leg in a hold that Rindou once taught her. If the boy wanted to finish that fight without a broken leg, he had to surrender.

Haitani let go of him and stood back on her feet, turning her face to Hanma and his captains.

"And? Impre…" Sora opened her mouth but sudden, blunt pain on the top of her head didn't let her finish. She groaned and grabbed the aching place, feeling a metallic taste of blood in her mouth. Turning around to spot an aggressor, she noticed her former opponent, standing with a metal pipe in his hand. Everyone around them frozed.

"What the fuck did you just do?" Sora spat out. Immediately, the whole world became red in her eyes and she didn't fully realize that he was saying something about not losing to a girl. She looked around and spotted her abandoned weapon laying on the ground. "You're a fucking goner."

She threw herself at him with the machete, and he did not remain debted. Although she was dizzying from the impact, she managed to hurt her opponent. The blood was poured, both her and his. Sora was not entirely sure, but he seemed to cut her eyebrow. It had to be true, because the blood began to drip into her eyes and limit the field of view.

Choji wasn't very enjoying the spectacle, but he knew he couldn't do anything as long as Hanma didn't tell him to. He had been looking at his leader every now and then but Hanma seemed to be completely invested in a whole fight. After a while that felt like eternity, Hanma spoke up.

"It's enough, you're gonna kill each other!" He yelled out, sick smirk still on his face, but none of the fighters really heard him. He patted Chonbo's arm and told him and Chome to get them apart. Choji rushed right behind them but Hanma held him back. "Not you." Masked boy looked up at him and frowned. There was something about him and Sora that Valhalla's leader didn't like. Probably the fact he even brought her here.

Chonbo grabbed Sora's wrist when she was about to pull another slash on her opponent. "It's good, Haitani" He said, letting her know she shouldn't try and keep fighting. On the opposite side, his brother pushed the other man away and kicked him in the ribcage, when he was trying to get to Sora. "Are you fucking deaf? Hanma said "no weapons", you damn moron" He spat out, turning around and going back to his place on the platform.

Sora had to admit she was very grateful Hanma stopped the fight. She didn't see much anymore, the whole world seemed to be red out of anger, her head felt dizzy and she felt like she was going to pass out. Even though she managed to hurt the guy several times, he was quite a good fighter too and she got many solid hits on her head, back and stomach. At least she was sure he's going to remember her with a couple of scars she for sure caused.

She assured Chonbo she had given up so he let go of her wrist. Turning around, she made a really drastic picture – all bloody and panting, looking up at Hanma with a blunt smirk. "Impressed?"

"Not really, I've seen better. You're interesting though, welcome in Valhalla" He said officially and clapped his hands. "I'm tired of you all, dismissed" He waved his people off. "You" he pointed out to the man he chose to test Sora before, "Come here." It didn't surprise anyone when he approached Hanma, all startled, and got a solid hit on his jaw. "Try to ignore my commands one more time and I'll drive your head over with my bike. Understood?" The man nodded rapidly and got himself out of the hideout as fast as possible. The hall deserted very soon and Sora turned to the exit too.

"Stay, Haitani, you're a mess" Hanma called out. "Choji, patch your bitch up, she's bleeding" He turned to his captain and jumped off of the platform, heading to the back room.

"She's not my bitch. Are you my bitch?" He sighed and asked, while leading her behind Hanma.

"I'm not your bitch." She shook her head and immediately regretted it.

"See? She's not my bitch." Choji shrugged the whole thing off.

Turned out there was a small back room in Valhalla's hideout. Previously, when the Arcade was still working, it surely was a Staff Room.

Choji pointed out at the chair and Sora simply sat down. He handed her some band aids and sanitizer. Her head was hurting way too much to argue.

“Why did you establish Valhalla?” She asked curiously.

“I’m bored.” He answered bluntly, pulling a beer out of the small, barely working fridge. “Now, what are you really here for?”

“I told you.”

“You put up some show, I don’t know what you were talking about.”

“For real. I wanna take someone from Toman down.” Sora said, sighing when she cleaned up an especially ugly wound.

“Who?” Hanma asked, raising one of his eyebrows.

“You’ll see when I succeed.” She answered simply and fished her phone out of the pocket. “Gotta go.”

When she got up from her seat, Choji followed her.

“I’ll drive her home and come back.” He muttered, pulling the hood over his head.

They left the Arcade and headed to Choji’s bike.

“Hurts?” He asked.

“Like hell.” Sora sighed, taking a place behind him.

When she arrived home, she tried her best to avoid meeting her brothers.

“Sora?” She almost reached her room unbothered when Rindou’s head appeared at the door of the bathroom.

“Yeah?” Sora muttered, not turning around to face him.

“Ran called you a couple of times.” Rin said, walking out of the bathroom. Sora frozed with her hand on the doorknob.

“I was with friends.” She explained. “I’m literally over 20, I don’t have to tell you where I am.”

“Turn around.” The middle Haitani said coldly. Sora had nothing better to do than doing as told. “Why are you all beaten up?” He asked, his jaw tightened.

Sora turned her head to look at the wall and avoid her brother’s piercing gaze.

“So you really went to Valhalla?” He asked after a long several seconds. Rindou Haitani was never dumb, he usually connected the dots well. “Fuck, didn’t we tell you you don’t have to follow Izana’s orders?!” He raised his voice.

Sora sighed as Rin’s voice sent a wave of pain through her head. “I’m not following his orders. I do this for myself.”

“For yourself? How is getting your ass beaten doing something for yourself?”

“Izana promised me a high position in his ranks.”

Rindou scoffed. “You’re not joining Tenjiku. You’ve got everything, me and Ran are working our asses off so you don’t have to be involved in shit like that. What more do you want?!”

Sora and her brothers barely fought. But this time his words sent her off the edge.

“I don’t want to be dependent on father’s or Ren’s mercy anymore!” Sora growled. “I don’t want to depend on your protection my whole life. I’ll become powerful myself, no matter what you’re saying.” She said boldly looking straight into Rindou’s eyes.

He looked like he was about to leash off but he collected himself after all. “Enough. We’ll talk about it when Ran comes home.” He spat out and headed to his room.

Sora shook her head. Before going to bed, she quickly showered and cleaned up her wounds again. It didn’t look too bad, not too well either.

Sleep had come to her faster than she expected. She would’ve probably slept till the late morning if not for her phone buzzing like crazy. She looked at the bright device.

[Yasuhiro<3] 01:30AM: Can you come out?

Sora frowned and even if she wanted to ignore him after the days he had gone without talking to her, she got up from bed and pulled some hoodie and sweatpants over. As she had already experience in sneaking out of the house, she walked out in the freezing air unseen.

Looking back over her shoulder every now and then, she followed the path that led to the playground she would often meet with Mucho. As expected, he was already sitting on the bench under a huge tree with his arms crossed.

“What the hell happened?” He asked, when Sora came into the light of the street lamp.

“I fought for the spot in Valhalla.” She said, trying her best to sound unbothered by his presence.

“Did you win?”

“Kinda yes, kinda no. But they got me in.” She sighed and took a seat next to him.

The silence fell over between them for a few minutes.

“I wanted to talk.” Mucho said eventually.

Sora looked over at him, feeling her stomach twist. Things like that never sounded good.

“We can’t keep seeing each other anymore.” It was clear that the conversation wasn’t easy for him at all.

“Are you breaking up with me?” Sora said, her voice stern.

“Don’t be mad at me, okay? I never wanted it to turn out this way.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” She growled. Her eyes widened when she got the specific thought. “Are you seeing someone else?”

“Hell, no. This is nothing like that.” He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Then explain.”

It took Mucho another couple of minutes to speak up again.

“This is wrong. I feel like I’m betraying Ran and Rindou.” He muttered, looking at his feet.

Sora rapidly got up from the bench and turned to him. “Are you serious? You’re dumping me because of my brothers?!”

“You heard Ran the other day! I can’t afford to lose their trust!” Mucho lost his usual cool.

“But you can afford to lose me?” She asked, feeling her throat tighten.

“Please, Sora. Just think about it.” He said, shaking his head. “Do you think I’m that dumb to believe we have any future together? There will come the day when your family demands from you to marry someone as prestigious as you yourself. And by that time Ran and Rindou will find out about us.” He explained, trying to compose himself. “S-62 is everything I’ve got. This is the only family I have.”

“You can’t be serious.” Sora said as she frozed in her spot. She looked at him with wide eyes, her brain didn’t seem to proceed with the whole explanation yet. “What about you stop being a bitch and man the fuck up?!”

Mucho scoffed and got up as well, he started pacing back and forth. Her last sentence apparently hit the spot. “It must be so easy for you since you’ll never take responsibility for your actions. You will never understand things like that because you have never had to fight for your spot in this world!” He raised his voice. “And don’t try to act like you know anything about us. Our world isn’t for spoiled daddy’s girls like you.” He didn’t quite mean to say this but he knew he had to hurt her as much as possible so she gives up on him.

“I’m not spoiled…” Sora tried to disagree before he cut her off in the middle of the sentence.

“Yeah? So why did Ran and Rindou go to juvie and you didn’t? Because daddy backed you up. Because they took your fault on themselves. How do you even live with that?” He hissed, bending slightly over to look her in the eyes.

Sora was looking at him for a couple of minutes. He couldn’t handle her hurt gaze, so he turned around and kept on pacing back and forth.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that this way.” Mucho muttered under his breath.

“I can say you meant every single word.” She scoffed. “You’ve been dying to tell me that the whole time we know each other, haven’t you? Why did you even date me in the first place if I’m that bad?” Sora muttered with an audible hurt in her voice.

“It’s not like that. I do like you, but… But it doesn’t matter.”

“You know what? First I wanted to make up a lie that I am seeing someone else, but I couldn’t bring myself to do this. Now I know I should have cause you don’t understand thing straight.” He said quietly.

Sora let herself think his words through.

“Go to hell, Mucho.” She said without any emotion in her voice. Then she turned back and walked away, not waiting for him to speak up.

She could feel tears rolling down her cheeks. She didn’t even notice them forming in the corners of her eyes, but they were there already when she was looking at Mucho and he felt like a shit for that.

“Stop playing with things you can’t handle before you trip over your own pride and ruin your life.” Mucho said with a sigh. The conversation didn’t turn out the way he planned, he didn’t mean to lose his calm attitude he was known for.

“See you on Halloween.” She spat out before leaving completely.

26/10/2010, Tuesday

As soon as Sora came back from her final exam, she dressed in loose pants and an oversized shirt and buried herself under the covers.

Last night was a total disaster. After she came back from the confrontation with Mucho, she couldn’t sleep. She was aware of how important the incoming exam was, yet she couldn’t bring herself to sleep nor to study. She spent hours before exam on dull staring at the wall and analyzing every single word Mucho had said. And she still didn’t understand his reasoning.

Sora was switching like a rollercoaster between pure anger and trying to understand what he meant. There were also waves of sadness when she remembered all good things about them. How happy they were when it lasted.

It took her several minutes of fidgeting in bed to realize she wasn’t gonna fall asleep that easily. She was in fact exhausted but the storm in her head wouldn’t go away. As she sat up, she reached to only help for things like that she knew. She pulled a red pill out of her bedside table and swallowed it without a drop of water.

After a while, the pill apparently started working as she began feeling calmer and sleepier.

And when Sora finally laid her head on the pillow peacefully, she could swear only around five minutes passed by before her sweet princess nap was disturbed by someone aggressively yanking her arms.

“Sora, Sora, the fuck!” Ran shouted. It had been already two minutes since he entered his sister's room and tried to wake her up, unsuccessfully. “Wake the hell up!” He shook her shoulders once again, apparently panicked.

“God, Ran” Sora mumbled, sitting up and gently pushing her brother away. “I just came back from the exam, I’m exha…” She grabbed her phone and realized it was way more than five minutes. “Oh.”

“Jesus fucking Christ” Ran spat out, clapping back on the bed, miraculously avoiding to crash on Sora’s legs. “I thought you had taken some shit again.” He explained. “You’re gonna be the death of me” He muttered to himself, looking like a tired father of a teenager.

“Nope, just couldn’t sleep last night.” Sora lied smoothly. She leaned back against the headrest and stretched. “Have you just come back? Where have you been since last night?” She questioned, urging to change the topic.

“Taking care of something for Izana. Nothing important.” Ran shrugged the thing off. His face suddenly wore a serious expression. “Rindou told me you had a disagreement yesterday.” He said, eyeing closely her bruised face.

“Well, yeah. I’m not changing my mind though.” She nodded softly. She still could feel the bruises and cuts all over her body aching. “I need to be someone by myself.” She stated, Mucho’s words still hanging on the back of her head.

Ran looked bluntly at her for a few seconds. Then surprisingly… Chuckled.

“I knew this day would come sooner or later. Couldn’t keep you away from this by being overprotective, I guess.” He shook his head slightly. “I could’ve seen those… urges in you since a long time. But I thought I could hold you back. After all, you can’t fight genes, can you? You’re just like us all”. Ran continued with a deep sigh.

“What do you mean?” Sora frowned.

“Go for it if you want. But don’t die, okay? I couldn’t handle burying Rindou or you.” Ran said with an almost invisible shade on his face. “But you have to know that even if we’re coming to watch the fight, we won’t be able to help you if anything happens. That’s the rules of this world. I hope I taught you enough about fighting.”

Sora nodded gently and sighed. “I’m sorry, Ran. I’ve been selfish and didn’t quite consider what you and Rin were doing for me.”

“Well, finally.” Rindou said, standing at the door. He was quiet for the whole conversation and Sora didn’t even notice. “This wasn’t very educating of you, Ran.”

The older Haitani shrugged with a soft smile on his face. “I told you, Haitani genes are way too strong.” He stated. “Izana and guys are coming over on Thursday, if you’d like to spill anything about Valhalla. Take a rest now, I ain’t gonna ask you about the exam, we bet you slayed.”

Ran stood up and headed to the door.

“Boys..?” Sora started. Part of her wanted to apologize for the things that happened years ago. Apologize for not standing up to her own sins. But the words stuck in her throat. “I love you” She muttered instead when they turned to her with a hum.

“I love you two too.” They both said at the same second.

28/10/2010, Thursday

“You look terrible, Haitani.” Shion Madarame chuckled as soon as Sora walked in the living room, where the S-62 gathered. “Almost as if Ran was beating you at home.”

“I’ll heal up soon, you’re looking like a wet rat on a daily basis.” Sora scoffed, pushing herself between Ran and Kakucho on the couch.

“Let him live, he’s seeing a girl.” Mochi said with a smirk on his face.

“He’s seeing what?”

“A girl.”

“Like a delusion? Have you had your meds?”

“No, like a person.”

“Breathing creature? No way.”

“Enough, go to the point.” Izana cut them off, slightly irritated.

“So as I said, the fight is happening on Halloween.” Sora started the explanation.

“You think Hanemiya can really put Mikey down?” Kakucho asked, looking at Sora and Mucho.

“No way.” Mucho muttered.

“I wouldn’t be that sure. Hanemiya is… Unhinged. He should’ve been in the psych ward, not in juvie. And I’m not even joking. All he’s talking about is how it’s all Mikey’s fault.” Sora stated, looking down at the floor.

“How is Mikey’s fault he killed his brother?” Shion chuckled. Izana frowned for a second.

“How many people have Valhalla?” Izana turned his eyes to Sora.

“Around 350, I asked yesterday. We had the final gathering before the fight. 300 ex-members of Moebius and 50 Hanma gathered already under Valhalla.”

“And Toman?” He asked Mucho.

“More than 100.”

“So let me get this straight. Toman has Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya and so on. Valhalla has Hanma and Kazutora.” Kakucho concluded.

“And Baji.” Sora added.

“Huh?”

“Baji used to be Toman’s founding member. They disagreed with Mikey over something and he claimed to leave for Valhalla. So far I know, Hanemiya and Baji were childhood friends and he follows him now.” Mucho said, nodding slightly.

“Wait for a second.” Izana suddenly cut Mucho off. “Is your boy from Moebius or Valhalla?” He asked Sora.

“Moebius. He used to be Kisaki’s right hand when he temporarily led Moebius.”

“Who?”

“Tetta Kisaki. He’s now Toman’s captain.”

“Didn’t it occur odd to you that he followed Hanma to Valhalla and not Kisaki to Toman?” Izana raised one of his eyebrows.

“It’s indeed weird.” Mucho said, apparently thinking the thing through. “I’ve already noticed Kisaki is a shady motherfucker.”

“Something doesn’t add up, ya know?” Rindou muttered, speaking up for the first time in the whole conversation.

“Well.” Izana smirked. “Let’s keep an eye on Kisaki and Hanma. They could be useful after all.”

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