"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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July 29th, 2020 Four days till the fight at Musashi Shrine Festival.
Third Pov:
Everything around him was dark and cold. Groaning from whatever pain he endured, the man sat up. Blinking away the blurriness from his eyes, he sat there for a minute, taking in his surrounding. Noticing that he was in some sort of abandon warehouse, his eyes widened. Whatthe hell? he thought as he tried to get up only to notice he was tied to a broken chair. Eyes widening even more, he began to struggle to break loose. But alas, no avail.
Falling hard on the cold pavement, a loud BAM rang throughout the emptied warehouse. Squeezing his eyes shut, he prayed that no one heard him. Groaning from the hard impact to his temple, tears pricked his eyes as he tried to once again free himself.
Heels could be heard in the distance. Frozen in his spot, he layed there. Closing his mouth shut, he layed there in pain, waiting. Anxiety crept inside him as the heels got closer and closer. Shit!Shit! SHIT! he screamed in his head as he struggled against his restraints.
A door creaked, letting him know that another person was in the room. With tears falling down his face, he stared toward the direction with fear. Is this where I die?! he asked himself as he held the scream itching to come out. As the person's footsteps came near, he squeezed his eyes shut. Please God, don't let me die! he begged as whimpers escaped from his mouth. With gritted teeth and eyes squeezed shut, he stayed like that, waiting for the person.
Soon their footsteps stop. Refusing to open his eyes, he kept them closed. In a whimper, he finally spoke. "Please, don't kill me." He could feel more tears fall from his eyes as he begged for his life. He could hear shuffling as the person knelt in front of them as they placed their hands on his cheek. "Oh, Michi," the person spoke.
That voice! I know that voice! Opening his eyes slowly, he was met by Y/n presence, only it was something he wasn't expected. Her once beautiful flowing black hair was dyed white. Her porcelain skin was covered in bruises as her eyes had dark circles under them. Her once brilliant smile looked broken as she sadly smiled down at him. Her once smooth hand, felt rough and cracked. What shocked him the most was what she was wearing. A deep blood red dress that was too revealing with heels that looked too new to be wearing in a place like this.
He could see tattoos scattered all over her, covering most of her. The one that stood out to him the most was the dark blue butterfly on the left side of her chest, just above her left breast. Her long fingernails were painted black as her face was caked with make up, something Y/n would never do. She was just born with natural beauty. Her warm presence was cold and distance. He could feel his heart break for her. Oh Y/n, what happened to you?
Seeing how he was looking at her with a broken expression, her smile faltered. "Please don't look at me like that," she softly spoke. Even her voice didn't sound the same. "Look at you like what?" he asked her confused. "With pity Michi. I hate when people look at me with pity," she harshly spoke as tears pricked her own eyes. How did she end up like this? The constant question kept floating in her head.
