"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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December 20th, 2020
Y/n POV:
It was official.
I was part of the Black Dragons.
Surprisingly, it didn't take much convincing to get my dear old cousin to agree. Then again, he was the one who had been pestering me to join in the first place.
Shin, however, was a different story.
It took him a little longer to process the fact that I had suddenly shown up at his door and asked to join the Black Dragons. When he asked me why I had suddenly become interested, I simply shrugged.
"I have my reasons. You don't need to know them until the time is right."
Shin stared at me for a moment before smiling. Without another question, he raised his arms and welcomed me into the gang.
Of course, what I didn't know was that Mikey, Draken, and Emma were there and had heard the entire conversation.
If I had known that, I probably would've turned around and walked right back out.
After leaving the Sano household, I decided to check on Takemichi.
I had dropped him off the night before and allowed him some time to rest before bombarding him with my plan. I wanted to sabotage Taiju and his entire division from the inside.
And if that meant stabbing Koko and Inui in the back, then so be it.
No one should ever lay a hand on a girl like that.
Whether you're family, friends, or complete strangers, there was no excuse for it. It was wrong. Twisted. And the fact that the two people I had once called my best friends had stood there and allowed it to happen made my blood boil.
They had even threatened the people I cared about.
Just thinking about it pissed me off.
I walked down the street with my ponytail swaying behind me in the winter wind. The cold bit into my skin like tiny blades, but I barely noticed.
I was already numb.
Numb from everyone I had trusted. Numb from the betrayal. Numb from everything that had happened over the past few weeks.
So, if the cold wanted to hurt me, it was going to have to get in line.
As I continued walking, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me.
Every few steps, I could hear whispers from people passing by. I hated being talked about. It always made me uncomfortable.
