the 'princess' of the delinquent world. she was an absolute beauty compared to others. her fighting skills never compared to anyone else.
she was unlike anyone else. she was the 'princess'. and a princess needs a prince.
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SITTING DOWN ON THE CAR, I pulled out a cigarette from my pocket and lit it. This is how I dealt with stress and anxiety. As the nicotine entered my system, I felt at peace as I watched the battle continue.
Watching many members on both sides fall, I heard a scream from a Toman member.
"Draken!" Takemitchy yelled.
Standing up on the car, I looked over the crowd and saw Takemitchy beside Draken who was bleeding out on the ground.
"Shit!" I said throwing my cigarette away and running towards them both.
"What happened?" I asked Takemitchy as I kneeled down beside them both.
"I-I don't know!" Takemitchy said as I stood up and ripped the bottom of my kimono off.
"Here." I said handing it to Takemitchy who looked at it with a confused face.
"Wrap it around him you dumbass." I said as I rolled my eyes and applied pressure to Drakens wound.
"Where's your wifey? Tell her to call an ambulance!" I said to Takemitchy.
"Huh?" Takemitchy asked as I grabbed Drakens arm and pulled him onto my back.
"If we're going to save this big meat head, we need an ambulance." I said to Takemitchy as I walked with Draken on my back towards the edge of the festival.
"I'll take him!" Takemitchy said to me with a stern look on his face.
"Are you sure?" I asked Takemitchy as he grabbed Draken from me and walked towards the exit.
"Fair enough." I said with a smile as I heard the sound of rapid footsteps.
"Ahhhh!!" A guy with a Toman uniform screamed as he ran towards me with a long katana.
I recognise him now, he was at the fight club in which I beat Kiyomasa in.
Is he here to get revenge?
"What the fuck do you want?" I asked as I backed away from him.
"I just want you dead!" He shouted as he launched another attack on me.
Grabbing the katanas blade in my hands, I felt the blade sink into my skin causing in to drip blood. Pushing him away, I still held the blade in my hands.
Throwing the katana away, I looked at my hands and saw the blood dripping from my hands.
"Fuck!" I said as I winced in pain.
"I'm back!" He screamed as he pounced on me again.
Holding up my leg, I kicked him in the jaw causing him to fall back. When he fell to the ground, I ran to him and kicked him in the face until he fell unconscious.
Panting out of breath from the blood I'm loosing. I attempted to rip some more fabric but it was no use. My hands were too weak from the blood pumping out.
