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Kiryu slumped against the wall of the alley, blood dripping from his face, his breathing coming in short painful gasps. “Had enough yet, pinky?” one adversary chastised, “Where’s all that fight you had earlier?”
The tall man leaned in, grabbing Kiryu by his hair and forcing his eyes upward so that he was staring into the dark eyes of the gang leader. Kiryu wasn’t sure of the name of the gang or what they stood for, only that they had slowly been making their presence more known and picking off BoFurin members one by one. They didn’t fight fair, often ambushed their victims with large numbers and weapons. While Kiryu was a fierce fighter, even he couldn’t stand against 30+ armed men at once.
The man leaned in further, “ I’m talking to you,” the man took a puff of his cigarette before exhaling the smoke into Kiryu’s face. “I don’t feel like wasting time on a runt like you, where’s your leader?”
Kiryu spit a mouthful of blood right into the looming man’s face, “fuck you,” he whispered before a sharp jab to his face had him struggling to regain his vision. “Let’s see how long you keep that fighting spirit.”
Blood blurred Kiryu’s vision as a familiar silhouette pounced in front of him, making quick work of the few adversaries who stood closest before leaning forward, “Kiryu, are you conscious?”
The voice was steady and calm, emanating concern. He blinked to steady his waning vision, “Suo?”
Suo exhaled deeply, relieved that his subordinate was “okay”, at least for now before turning to face the onslaught of the gang who had been made aware of their new threat.
Using the same grace and poise as always, he made quick work of the group until only a few lackeys remained. Removing his phone from his blazer pocket he tossed it to Kiryu who slid the device under his leg, waiting for the right moment to use it.
The vice captain danced through the remaining opponents with ease, barely breaking a sweat and straightening himself as he watched the last one fall to the ground.
He thought that he had made it in time, thought that everything would be okay until he heard an unsettling laugh and heard a whimper from Kiryu. Whirling around he saw the leader of the gang, whom he had presumed to be unconscious after their altercation, as he pressed a blade into Kiryu’s neck, just enough that a small stream of blood trickled from the wound.
“You're strong,” the man smirked, pulling Kiryu’s head back further by his hair. “Are you the leader?”
Suo’s breath hitched, knowing that he was at a disadvantage at this moment. Kiryu desperately needed medical attention, but he knew that he couldn’t act rashly, not while he had a blade pressed to his friend’s throat. “I’m not, but I am a class vice captain.”
“Ah, so you’d be worth much more to BoFurin than this little pinky pie? And I’m sure the strategic knowledge you possess would be most helpful. What’s your name?”
“Suo.”
“Well, Suo, I’m willing to make a deal, you come with us and we let your little friend here live.”
Suo swallowed thickly, “And if I refuse?”
“You won’t,” the leader laughed as he drug the blade across Kiryu’s neck, making a shallow cut that created a necklace of red.”
“You’re right,” Suo called out, “I won’t.”
“On your knees,” the man commanded, to which the high schooler obeyed. The leader stood, wiping the blood from his knife before closing it. “So well behaved.”
“Suo- don’t, I’m fine,” Kiryu said weakly, but stopped as he saw Suo shaking his head.
Walking over, the man delivered a swift blow to Suo’s rib cage, causing him to suck in a deep breath. Removing his belt, he looped the leather around the student’s wrists creating make-shift handcuffs behind his back.
“Let’s go,” the gang leader hissed into Suo’s face as he was drug to his feet and shoved forward. Various members that he had just fought took this as their opportunity to deliver punches and kicks to the high schooler, who refused to flinch or show pain as he was led away, leaving Kiryu to bleed in the dark alley alone.
Kiryu watched as they went, he called out a few times, but his voice was so weak and raspy he was sure that Suo didn’t hear him. Black began to creep into his vision as he remembered the phone tucked underneath his thigh, fishing out the device, he called the first number listed in Suo’s contacts and breathed a sigh of relief as Sakura’s voice rang out on the line.
“Suo?”
“It’s Kiryu…”
“Kiryu? Why do you have Suo’s phone?”
“Suo needs help."