"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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October 31st, 2020 Day of the fight Current location: Abandon car lot
Y/n POV:
Everything happened in a flash. One moment I'm looking for Mikey, the next I'm witnessing him getting his ass handed to him by Kazutora. The way his body being held down by two members of Valhalla while allowing Kazutora to beat him to a pulp with a metal rod, is so out of character for him.
Everyone seemed to stop and watch as the scene played out in front of us. What shocked me the most was the fact that no one could get to him due to Valhalla blocking our every move. And yet, it seemed that I am the only one with a clear path. Taking this chance, I made my way to Mikey, hoping to stop this bloody mess before someone ends up hurt or worse, dead.
As I headed toward the car pile, I couldn't help but witness Mikey's uniform jacket at the bottom of the pile. Picking it up, I draped it over my arm as I began to climb. Each step I took, I felt unsteady. Climb after climb, my legs felt numb as they screamed for me to stop. And yet I couldn't. Mikey needs me. Hell, Kazutora needs me. Everyone needs me and depends on me to stop this massacre.
Just I reached the top, the most incedible thing happened. Mikey somehow got back up and used his famous nuclear kick on Kazutora, causing not only Kazutora but his partners to fall unconscious. Relief filled my body as I continued on my way toward my commander.
Right as I was about to reach him, I watched as Mikey began to fall toward his knees once again due to his head getting bashed in. Quickening my pace, I made it just in time for him to fall into my arms. With a small sad smile on my face, I looked down at the tired blonde. "You can rest now Mikey. I got you." Subconsciously, it seemed that Mikey nodded his head as he rested his bloody head in between my shoulder and arm.
In one swift movement, I draped his jacket over him as I gently gave him a kiss on the forehead while keeping an eye out for any more surprises. Knowing the position that we are in, Valhalla will take this chance to end things and call victory their own. And I'll be damned if I allow any more harm to come to Mikey.
Down below, I could hear Draken and Mitsuya try to make their way to us as members of Valhalla blocked their path. Unfortunately for them, one of Valhalla's captains decided that it a good idea to ambush us while we are at our lowest. With a metal rod in his hand, he ran straight toward us with a flock of white jackets following him. From where I sat, I could hear his victory cry as he made his way toward us. Eyeing him, I knew that in a matter of seconds he would be here. With one last breath, I removed Mikey from my arms as I stood up.
Standing my ground, I walked in front of Mikey and readied myself for any oncoming attacks. With a smirk plastered on my face I stood there in my attack mode, as I like to call it. With a steady breath and feeling alert, I could hear the Valhalla's captain voice coming clearer and clearer as he drew closer. Watching him closely, studying his every move. The way his body spoke to me as he ran toward us with rage in his eyes, made me want to laugh at him. Why so serious?
