Keep Fighting

𓊈卍 𝟗𝟕 卍𓊉

"Kitsune?" Nakano questions as she hides behind the door. She covers her head to protect herself from the glass shards raining on her. 'That's new. I've never once heard a single mention of it, even when I was trying to take Toman down in the future! Who are these people!?'

"They're our rival," Hajime fills in as if he read her mind. "They've been at us for years, trying to destroy our undercover businesses and claim our territory."

"When was someone going to tell me that we were in the middle of a fucking gang war?!" Nakano yells over the gunfire.

Hajime frantically weaves through traffic as the van is on their tail now. "This has been going on for years now! I figured you'd already know by now granted you've been fighting the both of us for the last five years!"

The van speeds up right next to them. There's a crack next to her as a bullet lodges itself into the door. It didn't pierce right through, but if it had, it would have found the side of Nakano's chest.

"Get to the front seat!" Kakucho yells as he ducks to reload his gun.

Nakano swiftly climbs over, hiding on the floor in front of the seat. Hajime flips open the storage compartment in the middle of the two front seats and pulls out a black handgun.

"There's another one in the glove box in front of you!" he tells Nakano.

She opens the compartment, and lo and behold, there's a pistol and a switch blade. She grabs the gun, and immediately aims for the front passenger window to shoot the driver on the other side. She notices that there's already a gunshot imprint on the glass, and her eyes widen.

"Their windows are bullet proof!?"

She aims for the open window at the back of the van, looking for a target to shoot at. She clocks the one dead body with a hole in his neck that Kakucho was able to shoot, but she's able to see three heads and another arm poking out from the third row of back seats. She's not the most familiar with guns because she's more used to using melee weapons. She fires a few rounds, able to clip the shoulder of one guy, and put a hole straight through the side of another.

Hajime swerves into them, knocking them to the side a bit, but the driver bumps them in return. "Damn! We're at a huge disadvantage here!"

A gunshot shatters the driver's side window, and shards of glass fly into the car. Hajime lets out a hiss of pain, and Nakano fires another shot, gunning another one down.

Hajime continues shooting at the front passenger window to break it, but then there's a click. "I'm out!"

"Fuck, me too!" Kakucho ducks beneath the window.

'I'm hopeless at shooting, and there's four of these fuckers left.' Nakano catches a glimpse of the switch blade in the compartment, then glances back at the van, and up at the top of it. She contemplates the plan formulating it in her head for a moment. 'Am I really about to do this?'

"Augh!!"

At the sound of Hajime's cry of pain, droplets of blood splash onto Nakano's cheek. She looks over to see Hajime clutching his shoulder, his face scrunched in pain. Nakano's jaw clenches, and her eyes narrow towards the vehicle next to them. Her blood boils, and every one of her muscles urges her to move.

'Seems they've left me with no choice.' She presses a button by the rearview mirror to open the sunroof and grabs the switch blade. "Take this, Kakucho!"

She throws her gun into his lap, and he looks up at her with wide eyes. "Nakano, what are you doing!?"

"Get the tires!!"