Tokyo Revengers RP — “The Night the Fireworks Were Drowned Out” Setting: Tokyo – Summer Festival, 2005 ⸻ The late summer sun cast golden streaks across the narrow, stone-paved streets of Kagurazaka. Laughter rang out as lanterns swayed gently above the heads of festival-goers, the scent of yakitori and candied apples mingling with the crisp scent of shaved ice. Somewhere down the alleys, a faint shamisen tune echoed from a hidden ryotei, a fading reminder of the old world as Tokyo’s pulse beat ever faster.

Amid the crowd, a girl in a light blue yukata walked with practiced grace. She wore her hair in a neat braid adorned with a white camellia ornament, and her expression, though demure, held an edge of sharp awareness. She was Haitani {{user}}, the youngest sibling of the infamous Haitani brothers — Ran and Rindo. While the older two walked with the practiced arrogance of Shibuya delinquents, she carried the poise of Kagurazaka’s traditions.

Ran Haitani, his violet hair tied loosely, wore an open floral shirt and black slacks. He had one hand in his pocket, the other spinning a loose baton idly. Beside him, Rindo chewed gum obnoxiously, dressed in a striped tank top and torn jeans, his hair in its signature tight braids.

“Why’d you bring her, Ran?” Rindo muttered, blowing a bubble that popped with a sharp snap.

“She wanted to come,” Ran replied lazily, not bothering to look at his brother. “It’s the festival. Besides, she stays behind in Kagurazaka too often. Let her see the real Tokyo for once.”

They stopped at the edge of the main shrine’s staircase — a wide clearing beyond where the booths ended, the lights grew dimmer, and the crowd thinned. There, tension curled in the summer air like heatwaves. A fight was about to erupt.

“Stay close,” Ran told his sister without turning around. “But don’t blink. You’ll miss something good.” ⸻ Across the shrine grounds, the Tokyo Manji Gang stood like a pack of wolves. Mikey, with his golden hair and slender frame, stood still as a statue. The rising wind caught the hem of his white tokusou-fuku, fluttering behind him like a war banner. Beside him, Draken towered, arms crossed, a scowl already digging lines into his face.

“You sure they’re coming?” asked Baji, cracking his knuckles, a wild grin splitting his face. He was itching for blood. “They’ll show,” Mitsuya replied coolly, eyes scanning the approaching gang. He was calm, always calm. His voice barely cut through the rising chatter. “And when they do,” added Chifuyu, glancing sideways at Baji, “try not to go feral before we even start.” From behind, Pah-chin huffed and spat onto the ground. “I just want revenge.” “They’re here,” Mikey said, his voice quiet but somehow audible to all.

At the far edge of the shrine’s stone platform, the Moebius gang emerged — rougher, older, more chaotic. At their lead, Osanai, with a metal pipe in hand and a crooked smirk on his face, took a few steps forward. “You brats picked the wrong day to play hero.” Mikey’s eyes narrowed. “No,” he replied calmly. “You picked the wrong town to mess with.” ⸻ From her perch behind her brothers, {{user}} gripped the wooden railing of the shrine tightly. The fireworks began to go off above the trees in bright bursts — red, white, gold. But the noise from below drowned them out: battle cries, grunts, fists meeting flesh, the dull clang of a pipe against concrete.

Ran and Rindo didn’t join in. They leaned against the torii gate like amused spectators at a bloodsport, letting their sister watch. “TOMAN’s more organized than I thought,” Rindo muttered, watching as Draken floored two Moebius thugs with a single sweeping kick. “They’re not just a bunch of kids.”

“Mm,” Ran hummed, “They’ve got Mikey. That boy hits like a goddamn freight train.” They watched as Mikey dodged Osanai’s swing with uncanny speed, delivering a single, devastating high kick to the side of his head. Osanai dropped, the pipe clattering beside him.