My Other Half

Part 11

Check out my patreon please and thank you <3

https://patreon.com/user?u=82676528&utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator

Anime4us

Chapter 11:

Mikey parked his bike first, gaze cold as he searched the parking lot. Kenny pulled up next to him, frown etched into his face as his gaze fell on Chifuyu's bike. Mikey's gaze left it in turn of the knocked over drink next to it. He bent down, picking up the takeaway cup from the café across the street. There was an empty one a few feet away, playing in the wind.

"What the hell is going on?" Kenny asked, eyes bouncing around again, as if he could grasp something that they missed.

"This is where we asked them to wait for us, isn't it?" Mikey asked, ruffling at the back of his head.

Toman's commander makes his way over to Chifuyu's bike, eyes landing on the exhaust pipe, narrowing in dissatisfaction. He turns his attention towards Kenny when he hears the larger boy's steps nearing him.

"We have a problem." He states, holding out a pink, crumpled piece of paper.

Mikey raises his brow at his vice-commander before plucking the paper from his fingers. The first thing he reads is 'You're next <3' which causes him more confusion than anything. He turns his attention towards Kenny, noticing how impatient the older boy was being with him.

"Flip it over."

Mikey follows the direction, flipping the paper over. His eyes immediately find who the note is addressed to with the flashy 'To Mikey <3'. He huffs, annoyance gracing his usually calm features. Those features slowly morph into something murderous as he follows the letter. 'One Baji down, one more to go <3'.

0_0_0_0

There's no sense of nervousness as you throw the door to the warehouse open. Your head whips in the direction of a heap hitting the ground. Your heart sinks at the realization that it's Chifuyu that was being thrown around as a sack of flower. He wasn't conscious, and his breathing was erratic as you let yourself in, running towards him.

"Ah, ah." Someone scolds, grabbing you from behind.

Something within you snaps, and the boy who had grabbed you from behind lay unconscious across the warehouse. Your eyes are zeroed in on the other boys that step before you, their attention turned towards their comrade that you had managed to throw across the room like he was a mere skipping stone.

"Next?" You demand, not recognizing your own voice.

Another boy takes his chances, earning a facefull of the concrete floor below you. You feel nothing as you hear something below you crunch, probably a bone or three in the boy's face. Not your problem. Two more start running before you and you fall naturally into the practice that Kei had taught you, feeling absolutely void of feeling as you decimated the boys before you. Another group of boys takes a run at you, but in this state, you can't be taken down. You break someone's nose with a solid elbow to his face. Your voided eyes fall on a hand yanking you back by the other shoulder. You let yourself fall back, offering the boy no reaction as he pulled his leg back to kick you. You block the kick with your arms, cocking your head slightly.

"Don't you know who I trained with? I grew up with boys who could break you." You say, your voice monotone as the boy stumbles away from you, clear fear written in his features.

Sure, it was Kei who grew up and trained with Mikey, but he brought both the stories and the lessons home with him. You didn't know Mikey as a person back then, but you lived through photos. You may have just met him, but you've known him for years.