Toman's Black Cat

Y/n's POV

I don't even remember how I got home. I only realized it when I was jolted from my thoughts after hearing banging at my door.

I slowly made my way toward the front door.

Emma's POV

I managed to convince Draken to come with me to check on Y/n. Something about this wasn't right and I can't believe that picture Mikey had.

Draken said he'd stand to my side out the sight of whoever opened the door just in case. The fact that even Draken was being cautious pissed me off!

When the door finally opened, I felt relief until my best friend came into view.

I let out a gasp before I could stop myself.

Her eyes, they weren't how they were before. They were bloodshot and puffy. As I looked over the appearance of my friend, I felt my heart stop at the sight of dried blood by one of her ears.

"Y/n, what happened!?!? Why are you bleeding?!" I went to walk toward her to check if she's ok, when she spoke.

"Go home, Emma."

I took a deep breath and was even more of the belief that she hadn't done what was in that picture.

"Y/n, we've been looking for you. We were worried." I muttered out that last bit in hopes she wouldn't be able to sense my little lie.

"Emma. Go back to Mikey."

The way her voice sounded devoid of every emotion I have known her to carry so well broke my heart.

"Mikey is your brother. So.." She sniffled before continuing. "Go support him since he doesn't trust me."

Before she could close the door, I had to ask. "Y/n, do you know about the picture?"

A strained silence before she gave an answer that I dreaded. "I was given the chance to see Hanma's work before I was able to go home."

With that final sentence, she shut the door.

Y/n's POV

My phone keeps going off but all I do is watch it ring.

What do I do?

You're all alone now!

I have no one and it hurts. So much.

End it. You can end it.

I found myself walking out my door in the dead of night, with nowhere in particular in mind to go. I just kept walking.

I'm alone. Again.

Where do I even go?

It's my fault.

I was suddenly yanked back into a pair of arms, making me go into a panic.

I fought. I screamed. "Don't touch me! Haven't you done enough!"

"Y/n."

I stopped fighting just long enough to understand that voice isn't someone bad. I looked up into the face of Yamagishi.

The look of pure worry in his eyes astounded me. All I could do was stare.

Yamagishi was shaking and it was only then I saw the marks from how hard I fought who I thought was my attacker. He gave me a lopsided but grief filled smile.

"You didn't…betray Toman, did you?" He asked quietly.

I don't know why. I don't understand why that question brought every feeling I'd buried out in sobs, making it nearly impossible to breathe.

Yamagishi's POV

I heard about how Mikey told his gang to steer clear of Y/n because she was a spy for Valhalla. I asked Takemichi about it and he seemed just as confused as me and the rest of our crew was. We haven't said enough to her to really know her, but this doesn't sound right at all.

She is not just beautiful on the outside, but she has this way of making it clear she is listening and values you as a person. Even the few times I spoken with her, I knew I freaking liked her.

I knew she liked Mikey from Takemichi though, and tried to be cool about it. Thinking about this pissed me off! I can't stop thinking about her and how sad she must be, or worst, how hurt she might be!

I went out just to grab some food and saw Y/n walk past me like a zombie. I called her name, but she didn't answer. She looked so out of it. I've never seen her look so…

I began to trail after her until I saw her begin to cross the street.

There were cars driving and she didn't even seem to notice or hear anything.

I ran to her, frantically calling her name.

Right before she walked into a truck's line of sight, I wrapped my arms around her and yanked her back.

I was shocked when she started screaming bloody murder. She hit really hard, but from what she was saying, and how she was behaving, I knew, she didn't do anything she was accused of and that was only cemented when I asked her straight up.

As she sobbed on my shoulder, I rubbed her back as gently as possible, before coming to a decision.

I'm gonna figure out who framed my girl.