Author: moonlightsparksthefire PM
An ode to one of my favorite characters. There's not much else I can say.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 280 - Favs: 1 - Published: 08-12-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7278549
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Disclaimer: I own none of these characters in this story. They all belong to Takahashi Hiroshi.
Those who save lives to save face are the worst. Some people would save a life for the recognition, but not him. He'd shout at him, punch him, and kick
him. He'd also be the first one to hunt down whoever dared to kidnap Yasu. He'd be the first one to run into a warehouse of 13 elite guards and take
them all on alone to prevent anyone else from getting hurt. He's the man who would put on that goofy face and go chase skirts while his brother is in the
hospital. People would sneer, glare, and ridicule him not knowing he ran to the hospital in the pouring rain to make sure his bro was okay. He's the man
who would deny ever saving an acquaintance from 100 bald headed hooligans even though the cuts, bruises, and blood was still clear as day on his
face, on the concrete outside, and all along the hospital hallway leading to the room. He's not perfect; in fact very far from it, but he doesn't pretend. He
doesn't pretend he beat Rindaman. He may mope and sulk up on the rooftop, but at least he's honest about it. That doesn't mean he's not going to
demand a rematch though. He always remains true to himself and to his friends. He is one of the strongest men in Japan and a boss, even though he'll
pummel you for regarding him as such. He is Bouya Harumichi, an unruly hero; an unlikely angel.