A/N: Hello, readers! Another chapter is here! Enjoy!

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄,
𝖱𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌.

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"WAKE UP TAKEMICHI!" Mikey screamed as tears were running down his face. "I was just trying to keep this from happening... The only reason I've been pushing you away... is so this wouldn't happen, okay? If you die... then everything is meaningless, right?"

Keiji could feel the tears coming down his face. He even heard Miyasato sobbing next to him — along with the other 2nd Gen Toman members.

"Hey? I beg you..." Mikey continued on.

"Wake up for me!"

"Jiro-chan, it's no use..." Keiji wanted to say to him.

"Michi is gone."

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《 𝖲𝖤𝖯𝖳𝖤𝖬𝖡𝖤𝖱 𝟣𝟢𝖳𝖧, 𝟣𝟫𝟫𝟪 》

"Geez, Keisu-chan. Why do you always have to pick a fight with some rando?"

Takemichi looked over and spotted a younger Keiji with a bored look on his face. "Keiji-kun?!" He exclaimed in his head.

"What the hell are you staring at?" Keiji asked, noticing Takemichi's stare.

"N-Nothing!" Takemichi replied.

"Haruchiyo! Keiji! If you were with this idiot, you should have stopped him." Shinichiro scolded.

"He doesn't listen to reason." Keiji huffed.

"It's bothersome and it's none of my business. More importantly, where's Mikey?" Sanzu asked.

"Sanzu..." Takemichi noted.

"Oi, Manjiro, how long have you been asleep?" Shinichiro questioned.

"I knew it. I time leaped, didn't I?" Takemichi asked himself.

"Anyways, who are you?" Baji asked.

"Eh? Me?" Takemichi repeated, pointing to himself. "I see... I'm in the first grade. I haven't meet any of them yet."

Mikey soon arrived. "Huh? Who are you?" He asked, noticing Takemichi.

"Mikey-kun..." Takemichi muttered.

"You..." Mikey began.

"I see... Mikey-kun doesn't even know who I am."

"Takemitchy?" Mikey questioned suddenly.

"What!? You... You know who I am!?" Takemichi exclaimed in his head in surprise.

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"You're..."

"Mikey...?"

"You're the Takemitchy?" Mikey questioned.

"You even called me that way... Why..." Takemichi trailed off. "... Huh?!"

"Don't tell me...!" Mikey exclaimed.

"We both time leaped!"

"What's up with them?" Shinichiro asked.

"Who knows." Baji answered.

"What a bunch of weirdos..." Keiji muttered.

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From that day on, Mikey and I kept on running.

The original founding members plus Takemichi were in a circle.

"Let's start a gang with the seven of us." Baji declared.

"Can I bring one more friend in?" Takemichi asked as Kisaki stepped forward.

"You can call me Kisaki Tetta." Kisaki greeted.

Kisaki.

"And let me bring two more people in too!" Mikey said.

"Nah! I don't wanna be a delinquent!" Sanzu denied.

"I don't want to be apart of your lame-ass gang, Jiro-chan!" Keiji protested as Mikey had both of his arms wrapped around his and Sanzu's shoulders.

Sanzu.

Keiji.

"Happy birthday, Manjiro!" Shinichiro said.

Shinichiro.

"Woah! A CB250!" Kazutora and Baji exclaimed in unison.

Baji.

Kazutora.

Emma.

The three Shiba siblings.

Koko and Inupi.

Izana.

Kakucho.

Mucho.

We saved everyone.

"From now on, all of you are part of the Tokyo Manji Gang!" Mikey declared.

Everyone was soon gathered at the shrine.

Tokyo Manji Gang Leader.
Sano Manjiro.

Acting President.
Hanagaki Takemichi.

Vice President.
Ryuguji Ken.

Staff Officer.
Kisaki Tetta.

Staff Officer.
Hanma Shuji.

Staff Officer.
Koyanagi Keiji.

Staff Officer.
Baji Keisuke.

Staff Officer.
Matsuno Chifuyu.

Second Division Captain.
Mitsuya Takashi.

Second Division Vice Captain.
Shiba Hakkai.

Third Division Captain.
Hayashida Haruki.

Third Division Vice Captain.
Hayashi Ryohei.

Fourth Division Captain.
Hanemiya Kazutora.

Fifth Division Captain.
Sanzu Haruchiyo.

Fifth Division Vice Captain.
Kawaragi Senju.

Sixth Division Captain.
Kawata Nahoya.

Sixth Division Vice Captain.
Kawata Souya.

Seventh Division Captain.
Shiba Taiju.

Kokonoi Hajime.
Inui Seishu.

Eighth Division Captain.
Kurokawa Izana.

Eighth Division Vice Captain.
Kakucho.

Mochizuki Kanji.
Haitani Brothers.
Madarame Shion.
Muto Yasuhiro.

"As of today, the Tokyo Manji Gang is disbanded!" Mikey declared.

All of the Toman members cheered and shouted 'Toman!' over and over.

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《 𝟣𝟣 𝖸𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖲 𝖫𝖠𝖳𝖤𝖱 — 𝖩𝖴𝖫𝖸 𝟥𝖱𝖣, 𝟤𝟢𝟣𝟩 》

"Shit! I'm late, I'm late!" Chifuyu shouted before he finally arrived. "Phew. I made it."

"You're late, Chifuyu."

Chifuyu turned around to see Mikey, Draken, and Keiji. "Mikey-kun, Draken-kun, Keiji-kun." He greeted the three of them.

"Yo." Mikey smiled while Keiji waved.

"Dude listen, you know what Mikey did?" Draken questioned. "He fumbled on an important race all of a sudden!"

"Eh, I guess Mikey-kun fumbles too, huh?" Chifuyu said.

It's been 11 years since Tokyo Manji Gang disbanded. Everyone's gone forward on their paths.

Mikey and Keiji are both motor-racers.

"I just peeked into Takemitchy's waiting room, and he looked so stressed." Mikey claimed.

"Can't say I blame him. I was stressed when you and I got married." Keiji revealed, nudging Mikey a bit teasingly.

Draken-kun's a mechanic for Mikey-kun and Keiji-kun's team, 'Top of Manji.'

"Look, your sponsors are pissed." Draken pointed out.

"Yes."

"Heavy loss."

Both Kokonoi and Kisaki looked annoyed.

Koko-kun and Kisaki are the president and vice president of the 'TK&KO Group.'

"Come on, you guys earn a lotta money, don't you?" Mikey asked.

"You're both stinkin' rich. What's one loss gonna do to you?" Keiji questioned.

"I've been following this unreasonable tycoon for 13 years now." Kokonoi said.

"What the hell do you think we are, huh?" Kisaki asked.

Those two rich men are from a totally different world than myself.

"You guys should be making more money! I rely on your donations for everything." Izana claimed.

Izana-kun travels the world as the director of a non-profit organization called 'Tenjiku.'

Kakucho. Mucho. Mochi, with Izana and the others, volunteer for the under privileged orphans.

"Life of music, yeah." Ran commented.

"There's peace in music, yeah." Rindou agreed.

The Haitani brothers run a club. As usual, they're talking out of their asses.

"Oh, there's celebrities in the room! It's the Akashi siblings!"

"Wow! They're the hot thing right now!" Chifuyu exclaimed.

Haruchiyo and Senju are striving as two beautiful sibling YouTube stars.

"Flame on!" Sanzu said, sticking his tongue out.

"It's been a while, everyone!" Senju said.

The money is apparently being spent out of pocket by Takeomi, the self-proclaimed producer.

"Hey! How's it going gang!?" Takeomi greeted.

Shinichiro-kun runs S.S. Motors.

"Same old Takeomi." Shinichiro commented.

"It's just like him." Chifuyu agreed.

Inupi works there too.

"Haha." Inui said.

Waka-kun and Benkei-kun run a martial arts gym, the Gojo Gym.

"You act like a spoiled brat, Shin-chan." Wakasa said.

"I think that idiot better shut the fuck up." Benkei added on.

Terano South is a heavyweight champion of foreign martial arts.

"Vivio! Come on, Mikey let's have a duel!" South shouted.

"Too loud!"

When he visits Japan, he hangs out at the Gojo Gym.

Taiju owns many restaurants.

Hakkai is working as a top model overseas.

Yuzuha-chan is Hakkai's manager.

Mitsuya-kun is an up-and-coming young fashion designer.

The beaver duo own a real estate.

The Kawata brothers run a ramen shop together.

Akkun's a hair dresser.

Takuya's a pharmacist.

Makoto took over his family's temple.

Yamagishi's a civil servant.

Hanma spends his days roaming the world as a freelance photographer.

"I know it's dull, but let's celebrate." Hanma said.

Naoto is a journalist for an occult magazine.

Emma-chan is a housewife.

"Is your physical condition alright?" Draken asked.

"Uh-huh." Emma replied.

As for me...

"Boss!"

"What do you think you're doing? You're late!" Kazutora said.

"I'm guessing you were too nervous to sleep, huh?" Baji asked.

I'm the president of 'Peke-J Land.'

"I had to clean up the neglected work you two left behind." Chifuyu claimed.

And I've got two uncooperative and arrogant employees.

"Baji-san, you should be a vet by now." Chifuyu said. "How much longer do you plan on being a student?"

"Moron, being a vet is hard work." Baji replied.

"You sure you're even smart enough to become a vet?" Chifuyu asked.

"I totally agree, boss." Kazutora agreed.

"I'll fucking beat the shit outta you guys!" Baji exclaimed in irritation.

Everyone's following the paths that they wanted to be on.

Everyone was at the height of their happiness.

"Groom, Takemichi. Do you take Hinata to be your wife? For as long as you live... Do you wish to devote yourself with all sincerity to her?"

"Yes. I do." Takemichi responded.

But... I am the only one who knows.

I know that you don't take this happiness for granted.

I don't know why, but... somewhere in the back of my memory, I remember...

That back.

Over and over again, he failed. It's a miracle he pulled it off.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Takemichi lifts Hinata's veil. "Make me happy, okay?" Hinata said.

Takemichi and Hinata kissed as Chifuyu had tears running down his face.

"Congratulations, Takemitchy!" Everyone shouted.

"Everyone! Thank you." Takemichi said as Hinata's flower bouquet was in the air.

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After the ceremony was finished, Keiji decided to take a step out of the church. Takemichi followed soon after.

"Michi, you have now joined the married crew." Keiji smiled. "Walk with me?"

Takemichi nodded as the two began walking and conversing with one another until Keiji stopped.

"Hm? What is it, Keiji-kun?" Takemichi questioned.

"This grave marker..." Keiji replied. Takemichi went to join his side before he gasped, reading the name.

Miyasato Toru.
July 3, 1990 - June 20, 2005.

"Miya-kun!" Takemichi thinks to himself. Throughout the years, he had been wondering where Keiji's best friend was.

"That guy would've been the same age as me today." Keiji pointed out. "He died when he was fifteen. How unfortunate."

"Did you know him?" Takemichi asked.

"Nah, the name doesn't seem familiar. I lived with Jiro-chan's family for my whole childhood so I wouldn't be living on the streets, remember?"

"Yeah."

"Anyway, this seems to be just a marker. Makes me wonder who placed it." Keiji said before his phone buzzed. "Jiro-chan is wondering where I went. You should head back to the church so your wife won't get mad. Hina-chan is scary when she's like that."

Takemichi chuckled, knowing he was right before turning and walking back to the church. Keiji stared at the grave marker some more before he kneeled down, his hair covering his eyes.

"Sorry, To-chan." Keiji muttered before he sighed, not even knowing what he was apologizing for. "I can't decide what I hate more. Me remembering what happened in every timeline and future and having to pretend I don't remember a thing, or Jiro-chan casting me sympathetic looks whenever I see him and Draken interact."

"I wonder what you'd be doing in this true future... you'd probably still follow me, huh? Sorry I couldn't save you..."

A fifteen year old Keiji was running down the streets of Shibuya, hoping his best friend would be in the same spot he had met him originally.

He didn't know how, but he remembered.

He figured it must've been because he knew Takemichi was a time leaper, but if that was the case, how come Draken didn't know?

It didn't matter anyways. Shinichiro was alive, which means Keiji never had a purpose of creating the Scorpion Gang.

And because he had lived with the Sano's since his parents died, Shinichiro claiming that a kid shouldn't be living on the streets, he never met Miyasato.

Keiji finally rounded the corner, gasping at what he was met with.

Miyasato was lying motionless on the ground, a pool of blood surrounding him.

"To—" Keiji choked up at the sight.

"To-chan!"

Keiji snapped out of the memory. He pulled out a black switchblade — the same one he had given Miyasato — and threw it in front of the grave marker before standing back up.

"I'll try and live my life for you. Because I'd know you'd want me to do just that." Keiji promised, turning back around to go back to the church.

"Rest in peace, To-chan."

《 𝖤𝖭𝖣 》

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A/N: And that's the end! Thanks for reading!

Word Count: 1903 words.