Chapter 3 : Heart

Summary:

Bonten, for better or worse, needed Takemitchy to keep the organization alive.

And so, for as long as he breathes, Sano Takemitchy's fate is chained to Bonten.

To its executives. To its leader.

To Sano Manjirou.

Notes:

TW: Suicide attempts.

Chapter Text

The day Sano Takemitchy's existence was discovered, Bonten was at a risk of falling apart at its very core.

Sanzu Haruchiyo was a hair string away from blowing all his underlings' brains out with the amount of stress his mind and body was going through.

The rosy pink haired male with blue eyes can be seen downing more of his illegal drugs at the sheer stress of it all.

Well, Sanzu would down more of it if he wasn't busy tackling his boss to the ground and wrestling to pry the gun off his hands. Blue eyes were wide with panic and madness as he yells for the nearest bodyguards to enter the room.

"Bring the fucking sedatives NOW!"

"Get off me Sanzu." His boss, his god, Mikey curses him up a storm-mercilessly kicking and punching to take the gun back. "Stop being a goddamn pest every single time."

The rosy pink haired male grunts in pain at the force, Mikey did not hold back on his kicks.

Thankfully at last, the grunts have arrived with the sedatives' and it doesn't take much time before the leader of Bonten enters a deep slumbering state from the amount of shots injected to him. Sanzu doesn't let himself rest until he had carried a knocked out Mikey back to bed and confiscating any other possible items his boss can use to kill himself.

"That's the third time this week."

Sanzu doesn't bother sending Akashi Takeomi a greeting, only slumping on the wall with a tired sigh. The older male had a lit cigarette dangling on his lips as he continues. "Our boss might not last long at this rate. Even with you treating him like a mental patient..."

"Shut the fuck up Akashi. You continue with that line and I'll shoot a hole in your head." The smoking man raises his hands placatingly at the venomous glare directed at him. "What? You got any better fucking ideas?"

"Sure do. Whether it'll work or not though is up for debate but still worth giving a shot." Akashi passes him a slip of paper, in which Sanzu grumpily takes and opens with an annoyed stare. His gaze narrowed. "A new Sano's been registered in the family. Get Mikey to meet the lad, see if it'll get him taken off his suicidal tendencies."

"He hasn't contacted anyone from Toman and family for a decade already, are you fucking retarded? What makes you think he'll believe he has a little sibling all of a sudden?"

"He will." Both men snapped their heads at the arrival of a new but familiar voice, seeing Kakucho coming out from the shadows. "Kurokawa Izana is proof of that. His other sibling, Sano Emma is half blood but he loved her all the same."

"Even better." Akashi grins, pulling out a picture from his suit pocket. "He smiles exactly like him"

In the picture is a young boy with raven black hair with the bluest eyes in existence, he was sitting next to the elder Sano, smiling with a gentleness so achingly similar to that of the charismatic Sano Shinichiro.

Even Sanzu was not blind to the level of affection Mikey held for his siblings, Sano Shinichiro especially.

There wasn't much grounding his God to this world anymore, and if dragging one kid into the hellish web of Bonten is what will work then...

Sanzu crumpled the paper in his grasp.

"When's the funeral of the grandfather?"

Akashi grinned.

"In three days, make sure Mikey meets the kid before anyone from Toman does." Sanzu glared at him at the mention of the old Toman members. "You know they'll take him under their care."

Droopy eyes sharpened.

"That kid will be Bonten's property."

Convincing Mikey to visit his grandfather's funeral nearly costs Sanzu an eye and a leg. However, there was nothing the rosy pink haired male wouldn't do for his king.

Akashi supposes he should thank Bonten's number 2 for having such devout loyalty. At least that spared him the effort and risk of convincing Mikey who was becoming more happy trigger far too frequently these days.

The funeral had already began for visitors, and revisiting his dearest friend's house triggered the feeling of nostalgia within the grown male.

It seemed as if time had stopped in the Sano household, everything was where it was. And it honestly looked like Shinichiro would pop out of one of the rooms to give them a friendly and warm greeting.

'I miss you, old friend.'

Akashi doesn't let his stony expression lift, soldiering on as he follows the leader of Bonten through the Tatami hallways.

Entering the room where the funeral is being held, there were already a few elderlies that were friends with the late Sano. Their presence alerted the old people, all of them giving Mikey and his entourage wary glances. Their reactions were understandable, given their appearances and the intimidating aura they exuded.

However, there was only one soul who didn't turn at their entrance. One particular child whose back remained facing them.

One child who continued to pray for the deceased Sano.

Despite the gasps and the murmurs, the boy doesn't turn back until he finished. Mikey doesn't so as much breathe a word of greeting to anyone in the vicinity, only making his way to the only child in the room. Sanzu and Akashi right on his heels.

By the time they reached him, the young child slowly turns towards them as he finished the last of the funeral rites.

The first thing Akashi thinks is that the pictures did his eyes no justice.

'If those ain't the bluest things I've ever seen in my life, I don't know what is.'

Facing them now was a small scrawny boy with fluffy looking raven hair and glistening ocean blue eyes. His youthful features were unreadable, except for the fresh stream of tears running down his doe eyes.

The other visitors exchanged worried glances and murmurs but Akashi only focuses on the two Sanos facing each other.

Sano Takemitchy looks up to Sano Mikey Manjirou, and smiles gently. Eyes closing and lips lifting up to smile so softly and warmly just like Shinichiro.

The kid, barely eight years old and brimming with innocence, opens his mouth. Akashi notes that there wasn't a trace of fear in the boy's eyes, only taking in their appearance with amicability.

"Hello."

From the lack of a violent response from their leader, Akashi knew they've found the cure to ending Mikey's suicide attempts. He lets out an inaudible sigh of relief when the older Sano replies back.

"You're coming with me."

Sano Takemitchy was a strange kid.

He never once put up a fight nor showed any signs of alarm at the intimidating figures surrounding him. When he was told to his face that he will be moved to a different location permanently, the boy only smiled and nodded politely back.

Being taken to the main quarters of Bonten's most important members, the little boy only bows to each of them in greeting with the same kind smile.

He even thanks them for giving him his own room, even with the lack of decoration. Just like that the boy quietly fits himself in Bonten. Mikey had given him the exclusive rights to wander within the luxury penthouse of Bonten, The executives found it oddly fascinating to see a little child curiously walking through the halls and balconies, always having the same soft smile thrown their way when their gazes meet.

Takemitchy was given more than enough allowance to buy whatever he wanted, but the boy only indulged in arts. Often times he can be seen drawing and coloring at random spots of the penthouse throughout the day if he wasn't called by his older brother.

Speaking of which, Mikey's suicidal tendencies had lowered significantly since the arrival of the youngest Sano.

It would only be one particular night that Bonten's executives truly understood Sano Takemitchy's worth when they couldn't find the two Sanos in their usual spots. Worried that their leader is once again attempting to commit suicide, and this time possibly adding his younger brother on the list, everyone had searched high and low in the penthouse-desperate to put a stop on Mikey taking his life.

Imagine their surprise when they find the missing two in Takemitchy's bathroom, with a sleeping Mikey holding tightly unto his younger brother.

The razor blade and pill containers spilled on the tiled floor doesn't escape their notice.

Despite the uncomfortable position they were in, Takemitchy only looks at their shocked expressions with a calm smile so off putting on an eight year old's expression.

"Mikey-nii is sleeping, can you take him to bed?" Is the first thing that comes out of the little boy's mouth. Even when Mikey was successfully moved back into his bedroom, Takemitchy stayed close to his older brother, carding his little fingers through ivory white hair-watching with a gentle gaze as the older Sano relaxes further into the touch.

From then on, Mikey never attempted another suicide.

Mikey always called for Takemitchy's presence, which the younger brother never denied him of. The older Sano could always be seen sitting beside his little brother, granting him anything his little heart desires. The leader of Bonten appeared to be just like a stoic but doting older brother when not busy with Bonten's affairs.

Takemitchy remained cheerful and began acting more like a kid slowly but surely as his relationship with his older brother solidified.

Yet his his wishes were all so simple.

"I want to spend the day with Mikey-nii."

"Can we all eat together?"

"Can I have more art supplies?"

These three things were all he ever asks for, and Bonten's executives didn't know whether to be fond or baffled at the boy's selflessness. Perhaps they already were doing both.

Takemitchy became the perfect stabilizer for Mikey and Bonten.

He was the perfect child who is always lovable no matter what he did. Never throwing tantrums and only showing enough playfulness that the adults around him can tolerate. A child who only wanted three things: Time with his older brother, meals with everyone, and art supplies. A boy who never has any interest in power, only wanting to be a soothing companion for the leader of Bonten.

They do not acknowledge the longing looks on Takemitchy's face whenever he sits on his lonesome on the windowsill in his room.

They do not comment on the tears of pain streaming down the boy's cheeks when the mark of Bonten is forcibly tattooed on the eight year old's neck.

Not a word escapes them when they have to wake the boy up from the terrible nightmares he'd have from the amount of blood and gore they'd brutally exposed him to.

Bonten, for better or worse, needed Takemitchy to keep the organization alive.

And so, for as long as he breathes, Sano Takemitchy's fate is chained to Bonten.

To its executives. To its leader.

To Sano Manjirou.

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