For today's Christmas, Ran decides to be helpful in the kitchen for onceㅤ─ㅤwhich means Ran is sitting on the counter while watching Rindou run around preparing dinner, a sly smile on his face as he crosses a leg over the other and idly dipping cookies meant for dessert into milk while ordering his brother around for the fun of it.

"You should add some mayo," he says, pointing at one of the pans currently cooking a dish that does not, in fact, require any mayo. He doesn't wait to hear Rindou's feedback of his genius idea as he hops off the counter to grab a bottle of ketchup instead, holding it over the pan and about to squeeze it, grin growning with mischief. "Better yet, I'll do it for you. Aren't I so kind?"

The thing about Ran is that he's asleep when he shouldn't be, and awake when it's time to purposely inconvenience others. "Stop eating those!" he snaps, moving to bat at Ran's hand giving up when a timer begins to ring. Forced to abandon his Ran-wrangling duties, he turns over his shoulder and mutters, "Don't blame me when you don't have any for later." He grabs one too, biting off the smiling face of the snowman printed sugar cookie. It may be the only one he gets with Ran's sticky fingers sneaking them behind his back.

Mayo???? Snapping his head up, he stares offendedly at Ran sputtering as he sees the ketchup hanging over his still-cooking dish. "Stop messing around, you're eating it later too!" Grabbing the ketchup, he watches in horror as the cap flies off hitting the wall and ping-ponging beneath the table. Ketchup lays on top up the unfinished food like a massive hill.

"..."

"... Can we still feed it to Shion?"

Everything's gonna be perfect for the opening, cause there's no way all that work they've put in is going to go to waste. Rindou can see it now, the crowd, lively and raucous will be lining up around the block even for the chance to take a look at the grand interior. Maybe they won't even have room for anyone not on the exclusive VIP list. — and if they're really lucky, someone will start a fight on the line and Rindou can twist some arms just like old times. It'll be totally authentic with drinks and, hell yeah —music !

He turns the volume dial up, a small whoo escaping when the sound fills the entire area with ease. "Yeah! It's perfect from up here too!" Rindou yells from the raised platform before remembering that he can turn the volume down too because they own this equipment. .... In fact, they own the whole damn club! A wide grin stretches across his face as he leans overs the banister waving at his brother who seems quite at home drinking at the bar. "How's the drink? They shipped the good stuff right?"

Satisfied with the equipment he heads down, two stairs at a time eager for a drink. Plopping in one of the chairs he leans back admiring the establishment. "Think everyone's gonna come?" Some things don't change: Roppongi is still home, the Haitani name still sends punks running, and here they are still side by side. — but time and distance is a powerful thing too, and it's made most things better, but he wonders idly how the rest are fairing. "I heard Hanagaki and Mikey are working on a movie or something, they might be too busy."

ran haitani was born to stand in the spotlightㅤ───ㅤ yet, today, he stands in the shadows instead, where the ambient light glows mutely, backlit by a mix of soothing blues and purples. the bar behind him is empty but for a couple of half-full bottles and a pair of half-empty glasses; though it never took coaxing to get rindou to join him for a drink, there's seldom been any greater love his brother had than the one he held for musicㅤ───ㅤso ran remains leaning against the countertop directly across from the stage, and watches rindou tinker away at his dj set, the neon club lighting above his head turned off for his maximum concentration.

after all, today, and from now on, it is rindou's turn to capture people's attention for himself and himself alone... or, at least, he will as soon as they officially open the club. first, they have to take care of the smaller details, like making sure the sound equipment's working fine, and that the alcohol's quality was good. ( ...a task ran was all to happy to steal from his brother. )

ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤwell? how's the view from up there?ㅤ’ㅤㅤhe calls out, raising his glass of wine towards rindou before taking a sip, deliberately slow.ㅤㅤ‘ㅤthe sound's all good from here, if you're wondering.ㅤ’

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Gambling means slapping down a stack of bills on the table and betting that you're better than the other guy. Betting against Ran is trying to hold onto your dignity while he breaks your fingers with his baton and wrestles it out of your grip.

Clearing his throat, Rindou settles on three compliments. He can do that without dying of embarrassment and that way Ran can't say something like all these years, and you only have one nice thing to say?

"Ran has a good sense of style." There! One compliment out of the way. It's not like it's any secret that Roppongi's kings only wear the best. "He's pretty strong too. Definitely won more fights with him then without." And okay, Rindou has won his fair share and only tied a few when alone, but even he can admit they work better as a team. Grumbling under his breath, Rindou finishes the last compliment, "There'snooneelseIratherhaveasabrother."

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ㅤ# 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄 ; independent RINDOU HAITANI from TOKYO REVENGERS. ㅤ—ㅤNOT SPOILER FREE. written by arph ( he / him ). oc , double & crossover friendly. est. 2022.

— 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 ?  Where are you going to be in ten years ? Maybe these questions could provoke the imagination of ordinary children that didn’t devour violence , and inhale bloodlustㅤ───ㅤbut Rindou knows the exact answer to both of these. He wants to be a Haitani , and he’s going to be where he always is , right by his elder brother’s side causing havoc and pain.

  ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ››ㅤAffiliated with @ashrifts !

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“What, big brother isn’t here so you can’t make up your mind?” Sanzu can’t help but taunt him instead of giving a direct answer, sifting through the various shirts that had been thrown his way prior. After a few moments he holds up one to himself, humming as he envisions himself in it and after another heartbeat, shrugs and decides it’s good enough. He doesn’t bother to turn away, unfazed by Rindou’s presence as he begins to unbutton his own shirt, talking aloud as he does so.  

“So, what’s our game plan? Should we hide out ‘til things calm down or should we get the jump on them first?” 

Sanzu discards his bloodied shirt on the floor, kicking it under the bed as he pulls on his new shirt, buttoning it up and adjusting his cuffs. A small groan sounds from the floor and Sanzu glances back over at the man, turning to deliver a swift kick to his ribs - earning another pained groan.

 “Oh shut up, you’re fine! He’s fine, right?” The pink haired man smiles to Rindou as he taps his fingers against his chin, humming to himself. “… He might be trouble though, so I think we ought to deal with him. Say, let’s lock him in the bathroom.” He bends down, giving a small grunt as he grabs the man by his arms and hoists him into an upright position. Sanzu pauses to catch his breath, glancing back up at Rindou with a pout. 

 “Hey, give me a hand here.. he’s fucking heavy.” 

“ Shut it , I can make my own decisions. ” Rindou scowls , snatching the clothes without further thought. He doesn’t need his big brother for everything , okay  — ? It’s just convenient to leave fashion to the ones who seem to live for the newest in-season shoes. 

— and listen if his “boss,” is going to flash him , Rindou has no qualms about that either. The weights he lifts aren’t for show , and he’s never had any reservations about showing off what he’s got. Peeling off his own clothes ( goodbye brand names ) for the trashy man’s he’s half way to dressing when the pathetic man starts making noise once again.It’s instinct to start hitting first and asking questions later , so he joins in with kicking the groaning man. “ He’s not going to be fine soon if he doesn’t shut up. ” 

He doesn’t so much has help move the bloody man into the bathroom , but rather uses his foot to shuffle the man along. It’s a little funny watching Sanzu do most of the work , so he puts in the barest amount of effort. Suddenly stopping his aid, he here’s a ruckus at the door. Softly he pads , peering out of the peephole in the door. He mouths at Sanzu “ There’s a couple of them out there right now. Let’s drag them in and beat some answers out of them. ”

T_T I dont understand this layout

"check it out ! " flashes him tickets to mcr

throughout the years they've unwillingly known each other ㅤ( then more tentatively, purposefully, like the first dip of toes into cool beach waves ),ㅤseishu has learned that there's passion behind snarky remarks and a stoic composure. there's a lot of things that could make rindou fight back a grin, like inflicting pain on others, his big brother patting his head, being given praise, and music.

how many times has seishu heard someone say "music is the most important thing to me", as if there was a single soul out there that would not shrivel without a song to tap their foot to?ㅤloving music does not make one special, just like needing water was a vital part of the human experienceㅤ───ㅤbut the words sound different when coming out of rindou's mouth, because there is not just enjoyment in him, but a love so strong it could be created with his own hands. all inupi had were a pair of worn headphones and a voice that only koko has heard, and for a moment, his eyes glaze over the tickets, and his mind wanders to rindou's apartment instead. what kind of equipment does he own?ㅤcan he play instruments, or does he prefer to synthesize only?ㅤdoes he have an embarrassing debut single that he dares not show anyone, or does he proudly display all of his creations with that stupid self-confidence he carries in battle?

seishu wants to learn all of his songsㅤ───ㅤafter the concert. it's not every day he gets to see one of his favorite bands live and up close, after all.

he won't bother asking how rindou got them, even though months back seishu had almost crushed his phone in frustration when seeing the words sold out on the ticket website. he knows there's some things you're simply better off not knowing, like how far deep the haitani's influence runs, or why his heart feels heavy, but warm.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤi'll pick you up at eight.ㅤ’ㅤㅤit's all he had planned to say, even though the tip of his fingers tingle with excitement and there's a pleasant rhythm tapping at his ribcageㅤ───ㅤbut he pauses for a moment, steps closer, then raises a hand and tucks a stray strand of rindou's hair behind his ear, the earring glinting under the light. he pulls away and mindlessly waves a hand over his shoulder as he turns to leave.ㅤㅤ‘ㅤand tell your brother you'll be back late. i know a place near that venue.ㅤ’

How adorable are you

good bf rindou strikes again

a gift for rindou ❤️

Oh! It's Ran plush.

The smaller , but much more mischievous ( if that was even possible ) version of his brother. He hadn't seen this mysterious rascal in quite a while and had assumed he had ran off to conquer some plush territory that was beyond what human beings were allowed to know. Kneeling down and scoops up the nui , and places him on his shoulder.

" Did you eat yet ? " he asks , taking out a plushie dessert specifically for this situation and putting it in his hands. ( If Ran was eating , he couldn't cause trouble. )

" See mini me lately ? Are you bullying him too much ? "

" Bring him around sometimes , I'll play some music for us. "

Rindou waits in anticipation for Inupi's answer , so much so that the Haitani's signature move selective hearing allows him to overlook the rather rude retort. Staring at him , he waits to see if that unchanging face would let slip , well , anything. Ran has a perpetual smile the same way Inupi has a never ending frown. Only he can't read this guy nearly as well as his brother. With no choice but to take the words not bad as the best praise Inupi would ever give he flashes a grin. With a hoot he laugh , " — Told ya ! It's amazing isn't it ? "

As the phone is snatched from his hand he makes a noise of annoyance. The speaker blares a song he thinks he knows. Scoffing he mutters , " Of course you would be into this emo bullshit. " Still , Rindou makes no move to change the song listening to the vocals and accompanying instrumentals. " That guitar solo is pretty cool though — "

Taking notes in front of Inupi is as good as admitting the song has taste , so instead he commits the chords he likes to memory. From the corner of his eye he sees something , or rather someone.

" Is that that our guy high tailing it out of here ?! "

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ◞ *.   @ashvalle »  continued from here !

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦ㅤ───ㅤbut it should be no surprise that rindou would be just as bossy without ran around, jumping at the first chance to take command.

if seishu cared enough, he would have scoffed. he continues sipping his now-watery soda instead.

he's about to respond "what a stupid question. who doesn't like music?" when the first few notes play out, volume amplified by the connected bluetooth and drumming vibrations against the doors and windows. seishu tilts his head, curious against his better judgment to learn the kind of music rindou haitani liked.

it sounds like the type of beat he'd find at a party, but he supposes it makes sense. when they were teenagers, the haitanis were not known only for their battle prowess and criminal record that had made even the most seasoned gangsters veer clear off their path, but for their "house parties." seishu had never been, even with his loose connection with them through izana and shion; the necessity to drown his thoughts in alcohol and drugs came before the discovery that both could be found at once in clubs, and that the anonimity the neon lights and deafening music brought him was a comfort he hadn't felt since he was thirteen.

this tune brings him a little bit of that manufactured peace. he closes his eyes for a moment and listens.

  ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤnot bad.ㅤ’ㅤㅤㅤ

───ㅤand he grabs the phone for himself, tapping out of the playlist to find his target. an entirely different genre of music begins playing, the heavy guitar strums and drums accompanied by scratchy screams.

 ㅤㅤㅤ‘ㅤbut this is better.ㅤ’ㅤ

if you're so scared you can sleep on my bed tonight i'll protect you ^_^

"I'm not scared!" It has nothing to do with fear and everything to do with this damn ghost is messing with him. If it were a person , he'd just go handle it himself , but a supernatural entity should be handled by another supernatural entity.

" Can you just like — " he waves his hand in an unknown gesture , " Do your Ran stuff and tell it to go away ? "

a hug for rindou too ❤️

@redue tagging cause of your new account :D

This is weird. He likes Takemichi well enough , there's no one around here who doesn't — not after all these years at least. Rindou may not be the same kid who picks fights on the streets , but he certainly doesn't hesitate to drag a few people out back behind the club and deal with them when the time calls for it. Being hugged was as foreign as Ran's designer clothes.

" You good ? "

Rindou pats his back with a hint of awkwardness. What's he supposed to do ? Tentatively he returns the gesture. It's actually pretty nice all things considering. " Don't tell anyone I did this. "

get on the bike we're going to an evanescence concert

Rindou looks left. Rindou looks right.

There's no one around. Without a word he hops onto Inupi's motorcycle, only taking a second to adjust his glasses. He pats his pocket to make sure he's got the tickets he fought someone for with yen and then fists. Rindou may not be on exactly friendly terms with Inupi, but he can trust him to keep his mouth shut. It's not like he talks much anyways.

"... I hope she sings Bring Me To Life."

gives one of these to rindou so they can match :)

When Rindou's first thought is: it's my nephew, he knows he's already lost his mind thanks to Ran and their boss, but all things considering there's something oddly stylish about the eggplant shaped keychain. Even with his glasses, Rindou can't tell if Yaki is holding a knife or if it was a trick of the light making the cellphone strap appear a little more ominous then it truly was.

Ah well, if Ran has one he doesn't see the harm in having it too. "Thanks," he nods dangling it in the light. "Something feels kind of lucky about it."

for ran's birthday this year he gets a cake shaped like him but aoba-styled

How very interesting that the day after Rindou knocked off Koko's crystals and rudely referred to them just rocks his DJ equipment began to start failing despite being well-maintained and well-loved... The next day a thin but long crack appears across his laptop screen in the short amount of time he took a restroom break, and the next, his headset loosens and won't stay on his head anymore. Maybe if he apologizes the horrors will cease...?

There's a fucking ghost in this apartment.

Yes , there has to be one , even though Rindou knows ghost aren't real and only stupid little kids believe in them. There's no other explanation , not when his beloved equipment is under attack. The poltergeist could be any number of people they've gotten on the bad side over the years , and if he could he'd twist them again , but he can't see them and it's not a glasses thing.

It's a good thing he knows a supernatural 'expert.'

"Ran." and he says this very seriously , waving him over. "Nii-chan, can you come here?"

" Do you see anything in my room ? You know like weird. Like it shouldn't be here. Like floating. Like..." He makes a ghostly noise , "Oooh"

Pretends he didn’t see any dash fighting