Akashi gym
Sat| 9am
The scarce gym was invaded by the cluster of Brahman members throughout the week as Tenzo's stubborn self has finally given into Senju's wishes.
From Monday till Thursday they have been busy training their subordinates in basic Taekwondo, so confrontations with other gangs wouldn't be on the shoulders of Brahman's Trinity(Senju, Tenzo and Mahito)
Fridays were their days off from training and more focus on logistics such as funding and keeping the main headquarters–located at the abandoned factory functioning.
Senju looked in awe at the bundles of cash on her desk. Rows of neatly stacked Yen from the membership fee of ¥250 per month.
*250× 99= ¥24 750 per month.
'This is enough to keep the gym running and some leftover for groceries...' Senju trails off at her turn of events.
"You guys..." She mumbles.
Tenzo rolls his eyes at her expression of disbelief and discomfort. "Hey. Don't start with that stubborn Asian ideology of not accepting generosity." Tenzo growls.
"This isn't generosity, Tenzo!" Senju fires back at the half-Asian man. "We shouldn't have to tax our members!" She slams her palm on the wooden desk.
"Sigh–you two are a handful. " Mahito groans, rubbing his sore eyes from countless days of mediating their petty spouts.
"Can we talk like civilised people?" He hopefully asked.
"No." They retorted simultaneously.
"I tried." Mahito admits defeat.
"Tenzo."
"Senju." He teases, not breaking eye contact with her choral pupils.
"Something doesn't add up here..."
"How so?" He tilts his head, amused at her defiance.
"This isn't even a fraction of the money you two brought in!" Senju points accusingly at them. "I checked the safe."
"Aaand?" Tenzo teases her.
Her eyebrow twitches at his teasing, "HOW THE HELL DID YOU TWO MAKE 120 THOUSAND!?" Senju roars out the absurd amount of money.
Tenzo and Mahito glanced at each other.
Tenzo starts off by clearing his throat. " Well, you see..."
[System Update]
[Flashback unlocked]
Brahman Headquarters.
Friday | 11pm
"I hate you bastards. " Kiyomasa groans while wiping the taste of iron from his busted lip. The Toman subordinate openly glared at the man responsible for his circumstances.
"Cheer up Kiyomasa, there's a pay check at the end of the road~"
"Screw you foreigner!" Kiyomasa spat out the venomous words at Tenzo, his clear disdain for the Dark-skinned immigrant was evident.
"That's not a nice thing to say, Kiyomasa. " Tenzo shakes his head disapproving of the man's ideals.
"I was born here, you know?" Tenzo crunches on a pack of chips, unfazed by Kiyomasa's xenophobic comments.
"You're a plaque to my country, you shi–uughh..." Kiyomasa's rant was interrupted by a fist connecting with his jaw.
"Nice one, Akira." Tenzo praises.
"Thank you, Tenzo-sama." A chubby black-haired male wearing Brahman uniform straining against his chunky body bows to his superior.
Akira Sato. A new member of Brahman recently joined after Tenzo, Senju and Mahito beat down the hoodlums in his neighbourhood near Shinjuku.
Akira is 2 years Tenzo's junior and only a year younger than Mahito.
Even know in the barely sustainable factory littered with old crates and cheap chairs where people watched the fights, are now organised by Tenzo and Mahito without Senju being involved.
"Finish this xenophobic prick, Akira." Tenzo gave him the thumbs up to defend his honour.
"Yes, Tenzo-sama!" Akira salutes with a fierce tone.
"Not again. " Kiyomasa whines as he crouches a few feet from the black-haired fanatic.
"Raaaaahh!" Akira charges at Kiyomasa with unrelenting determination for a teen of his size.
"Wait–!"
Crack
Kiyomasa's plea died the second Akira's fist slammed his face onto the concrete ground.
A resounding sound of bone cracking sent shivers down the spines of onlookers. A truly scary but equally exciting sight of violence.
"YEAAHH!"
" AKIRA, AKIRA, AKIRA... "
The cheers of Brahman members echoes throughout the neglected building, even at the dead hours of night, the delinquents continue to be rowdy.
"That's me boy!" Tenzo chuckles at Akira's display.
Mahito shakes his head at the lunacy of his superior.
"Senju will kill us if she finds out what we do after hours." Mahito groans, anxiety raising at the thoughts of their impending future.
"Don't worry about that Mahito. " Tenzo slapped his back harshly.
The Vice-President of Brahman walked over to Kiyomasa's battered form, the Toman delinquent's face is covered with blood and bruises, his breathing is shallow and his eyes are barely focusing on anything in particular.
"Look at you...all pathetic. " Tenzo sneered at the pitiful display.
"... h-have mercy. " Kiyomasa begs.
Tenzo shakes his head, "Why beg me for mercy? I wasn't one of your former slaves. " Eze gestures to a few of his subordinates to start helping Kiyomasa's wounds.
"Okay folks! The shows is over, until next time." He concludes the event.
A collective roar of groans followed his announcement.
Not giving into the battle hungry crowd, he nods at Mahito to collect today's earnings.
[End of flashback]
"You can't be serious?" Senju digs her nails into the polished wood of her furniture.
"Unfortunately...we are." Tenzo shrugged his shoulders, no sign of regret for his actions.
"Why?"
"Because we need money, Senju." Tenzo abruptly stood up from his seat. "You told me you wanted bikes for every member."
"Yeah, but–"
"We do not have any type of backing from any professional organisation." He points out.
"Sooner or later the police will take down your little fight club!" Senju snaps.
"You think I want to see you in handcuffs?" Senju hiccups the last part, eyes prickling with unshed tears.
"Senju...I–"
"Don't. " She lifts her hand to stop him from making an excuse, "You are a bastard Tenzo."
"Fair enough. "
"But you're the only person I have left, Damn it!" She leaps from her desk to engulf him in a fierce hug.
Tenzo was taken back by her act, blinking rapidly for a moment before returning the gesture.
"I'm sorry..." He apologises, no prideful voice or smart remarks, just a man admitting to his faults.
"Sniff–I really hate you." Senju wipes her snot on his Brahman uniform.
"I'll make it up to you, okay?" He whispers.
"How?" Senju tilts her head to peep at him.
"I'll take you shopping like you always wanted. "
"That's not going to do it. I want a date. Just me and you. No Mahito nor Tachibana. " Senju demands, her voice still carrying a bit of sadness.
"How do you know Tachibana?" He questions.
"That's not important, me and you are going out tomorrow." Senju stated, making no room for arguments.
"Yes, Boss."
"It's Senju-chan." She growls.
"Yes, Senju-chan." He repeated.
The cherry blossom haired girl smirks at his acceptance of the title, "Good~"
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[Flashback back]
Original World.
Tenzo's mind drifted back to a memory he had back in his world.
"Oi-Senju. " Castro calls out.
The Afro-latina girl walks over to her cloud gazing classmate, seating next to him at the edge of the school building.
"Still envious of the clouds?" She teases, her mischievous hazel eyes watch him like a cat would to a mouse.
"You always ask me that." Tenzo mumbles, not fully present in the conversation.
"You are a lost cause, Eze." Castro sighs, a smile forming on her full lips.
"I know. But the real question is why you keep coming back?" He throws out the question, still keeping his eyes on the lazy clouds.
Castro snorts at his question. "You really are dense huh?"
"I've been told."
"Mxm. Well if you remember Orientation week, I was not the confident beauty I am today. "
"I can't recall a time of you not boasting your inflated ego." He jabs.
"Shut up." Castro punches his shoulder, rolling her eyes at his remark.
"Anyways...I was shy, believe it or not and being a girl who grew up in the favelas where you're forced to adapt to different personalities that may or may not want to kill you..."
"Sounds like Lagos." Tenzo chuckles.
"Japan is not like Brazil, it's less noisy and more strict about social norms and residents are really judgemental on 'outsiders '. " She trails off.
Tenzo nods at her words, not interrupting her confession.
"You were the only one who treatedme like a person when everyone was looking at me like a circus act. Thanks for that..."
"Are you going to start crying?"
"You bastard!" Castro shrieks at him ruining her vulnerable moment. "I hate you."
"The feelings mutual. "
"Why do I fall for the ass hole types. " She groans.
"What did you just say?"
"You heard me." She purrs back, trailing her finger against his cheekbone.
"S-Stop that...now." He stammers.
"For a perverted fool, you're easily flustered." Castro muses at his flushed expression.
"I'm serious Castro, stop."
"Make me~"
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"I guess this my type, huh?" Tenzo softly chuckles as he continues to hug Senju.
"Who are you talking to?"
"Husshh."
[End of chapter]
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