"I love you Mikey, only you, nobody else"
~Y/n
Y/n is not just an average high schooler; she's Mikey's heart and soul and is known as the Deity of Tokyo. As she continues to live her life out, as normally as possible, Y/n finds herself falling for a...
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March 20, 2020 Day before Y/n mother's birthday
Watching the world move on without you, kind of sucks. You would think by now that life would get easier, but it hasn't. Its been ten years since she past. Ten fucking years. Yet here I am, sitting in my room, watching the world around me move on.
Part of me hates the world for taking her from me. The other part knows that it was her time to go. But did it have to take my father too? No he's not dead, but he seems dead. The once loving father I remember, no longer exist.
I remember when he would come home from his 'job', he would always brings gifts for my mother and I. And as we opened them, he would adore us with that loving smile of his. But that part of him died when mom died.
The fact that the bastard that shot her was never found, pissed me off. And knowing my father, he probably had the man hunted down and killed. Can you blame the guy? The love of his life and the mother of his child, was murdered in cold blood. It's hard being affiliated with Japan's number one gang lord. Hell, it's hard being related to him.
Ever since that day, I had to move from the only place I've ever known and loved. Plus being the new kid on the block, sucked ass.
Every time I left the house, on my own, I would get either surrounded by kids my age, asking me to come play with them, or getting stared at like a disease.
I missed my friends back home. The three of us grew up together and were named the three musketeers by our mothers. At first, we hated it until it grew on us.
Smiling at the memory, I remember how Inui blushed at the name, Koko hating it and then growling when the other adults in our neighborhood called us that, while I just laughed it off, thinking nothing of it.
As the memories of my past kept playing in my mind, I didn't hear the knock on my bedroom door. Coming out of my daze, I shifted my head slightly to look at the door.
Waiting to hear the knocking again, I sat there quietly. Nothing came. Sighing, I went back to looking out my window.
It was a beautiful day out. The sun was at its peak, as it sprinkled its rays down on Tokyo. With its golden light, it created a shimmering light on some of the buildings, causing the glass to look like it was shining. Yet no matter how happy it seemed outside, I couldn't bring myself to feel that happiness.
Bringing my knees closer to my chest, I layed my cheek on one of my knee. Tomorrow is your birthday mama. Too bad papa won't be here to help celebrate it. I miss you mama, so much. Why were taken from me? Why couldn't I go with you! Why did you leave that night? I miss your laugh, your smile, even your scent. I miss the way you talked and walked. I miss how you used to tell me every night how much you loved me and how I'm the angel that God has sent from up above. Why did you have to go?!
