TOKYO REVENGERS (MIKEY X DRAKEN) ONE-SHOTS (ANGST)

By Your Side

Synopsis:

'Come'. Only one line. Attached to it was a location.

The moment he receives the message, he knew his time had come. There's no turning back now. He's walking towards his death. He knew that and yet he moves towards it.

or

That one timeline where Mikey killed everyone and his last victim is Draken.

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"Mikey, wake up. Time for school."

"Hey, Mikey. For God sake, stop sleeping after you eat."

"Mikey, don't move too much. You're going to fall."

"Why can't you just tie your hair yourself for once?"

"Mikey!"

Always, without fail, you're by my side.

XX

When he came back to his senses, everything was spinning and he felt like he would throw up. It hurts. It hurts. His head was pounding. Yet, his face shows otherwise. Not a speck of emotion can be seen. He's like a lifeless puppet, with no will of his own. Smiling? That's something he'd already discarded. Crying? Something he hadn't done in years. Joy? He would laugh at that. There's nothing joyful in his life now.

His face was sprayed with dark, warm, red liquid. It's blood. It's not his blood. His hand was holding a knife, lodging it on the body in front of him. The man, his victim grunted in pain as he endured the familiar sting of his body being pierced. His body was warm, Mikey noted. He's still clinging to life. He's still... alive.

"You won't kill me with that kind of stab..." the man breathed out, snapping Mikey out of his trance. "Mikey." His voice low, trying to save as much energy he could manage as his life slowly ticking.

Mikey looked at him, eyes reflecting nothing, empty at the sight of his best friend, well, probably former best friend slowly covered in his own blood. He felt nothing right now, as if his body went numb. Is it because Kenchin was the last? The last obstacle he had to face? Or is it because he killed all their friends and became desensitized by it? Probably...or probably not. His friends were a part of him...and now that part of him is gone, he remains as an empty shell. Kenchin too, more so because he was figuratively his heart, and killing him would mean he would lose the one thing that's keeping him alive.

This is the second time it happened. The first time was twelve years ago, the night of August 3rd. He went to him, he cried for him, believing he's gonna lose him. The relief he feels when he's safe, the knowledge of him being alive, that he's breathing. Mikey firmly believes he would lose himself if he's not.

But now, he's the one who did it. Him. With his own hands.

Mikey pulled the knife out of his body, causing Draken to rapidly lose more blood in the process. Draken's body couldn't hold his weight anymore and he fell to the ground, his back slumped towards the wall conveniently behind him. His hands were covering the stab wound, though it didn't make much of a difference. His heart rate quickens and heat starts leaving his body.

Draken breathed out a sigh as he looked back at Mikey, who was still absentmindedly looking at him. The knife he held dripped with blood. His face tells nothing. His hair was long and slightly unkempt. While Draken used to help tidying it back in the day, now he was never allowed to even touch his hair.

Draken was never able to reach Mikey at all, he always comes and disappears without any means to contact him. His phone was off if he ever had one with him. It was always Mikey who contacted him but never the other way. Draken could even count with his hands the time he met with Mikey throughout the years of their adulthood. Those times when they were just boys hanging out everyday were mere dreams now.